Monday, August 2, 2010

BAD FREE-WRITE.

The fluorescent lights flickered above. The rhythmic hum of the coffemaker was rather enticing. It lulled me to sleep.
That is, till I felt a cool liquid cascade down my back, mingling with the goosebumps that had just formed. My heart lurched forward, and my mind raced frantically.
Where had the strange, less-viscous substance come from? I swung my head around but was only greeted by moonlight filtering in through the crevices of the blinds that, in retrospective, were not doing their job very efficently.
I sighed and went back to filing corporate investment stocks. Just another late night at the office. All packaged up nicely with a leaky roof.





1 comment:

Marcia B. said...

Yup those late office shifts! LOL