Came into work this morning, one quarter out sick, one quarter out on the road, and one quarter off for a funeral.

I am alone, fielding all requests, being asked by corporate about projects I cannot work on in between calls and customers coming to the door.

I am forsaken.

Target: 900 words
Written: 674 words, novella: The Mungk

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *