by Ray Paterson
I’d wanted a rearrangement for weeks. Better access to
computers. With the air conditioning down, I wanted everything nearer the
window. Better ventilation and light.
‘A change is as good as a rest,’ they say.
I had unexpected help...
Three removal men, grey of face and boiler suits. Silent. Pulling
out cables, cabinets, and bookcases. Smashed computers dumped outside the
They re-arranged desks… then left. Two returned,
expressionless, supporting a battered soldier who leaked blood over my
executive blue shag pile.
Well, I thought. May as well go home. We all have to make sacrifices in time of war.
Author bio: @oldhack55 on twitter. Unpublished but a trier. Write for the love of it.