“Well, THAT clearly didn’t work,” she grumbled, tapping her keyboard repeatedly and wincing at the answering repeated dings that only made her midday headache worse. Continue reading
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Mundane
“Mundane mundane…can’t trust that day,” he sang the words, sotto voce, a fractured ear worm that always flooded his brain the minute he stepped off the elevator and paced down the hall to his cubicle. Continue reading
A Careful Diet and Cautionary Tale
Sara’d planned a lifetime for this.
She’d done the research: observation, repeated sampling, clearly defined measures, notes on outliers, meteorological forecast, personality inventory (willingly cadged by some pig, from the father’s file cabinet. Some pig, indeed!). Continue reading
Valley of the Trolls 