Lonesome At Last
This is a short story I wrote last summer.
Tom reached for the stapler, but it wasn’t there. He frowned and scanned the room. There it was, sitting on a co-worker’s desk. Of course. He stood from his seat and walked over. The desk was unoccupied, probably because it was lunch hour. Tom always took his break at his desk – it was the only time of day that the workroom was empty and quiet, except for the hum of the idling copier in the back. He snatched up his stapler and left a sticky-note on his co-worker’s computer monitor: ‘Plz don’t use my things w/out permission. Thx. – Tom’ Read the rest of this entry »