After clearing a Minesweeper board, he left his desk to check on the print job. The machine’s little glass screen signaled a paper jam in overblown red warning lights, and he spent minutes of his finite existence forcing his fingers into its plastic crevices like some rock climber scrambling for a hand hold. Back in his office, his chair lay in a pile of mangled carnage, its faux-leather padding gashed and flapping beneath an AC vent. He sighed, knelt at the keyboard, typed DAYS WITHOUT CHAIR EATER ATTACK: 1, then shuffled back down the hallway.



2 thoughts on “48.

  1. I’ve nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award. I hope that’s okay. Sorry if not. Feel free to ignore. It may not be your cup of tea of course. The details are on my blog thingy. Best wishes, Nick

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