Saturday, August 9, 2014

WEWRIWA Submission 8-10

She had already memorized every detail, line, and dent of his office walls, and brought nothing else to occupy herself.

“Are you going to be done soon?” She asked, massaging the joints in her knuckles.

“I thought you would want to know right away about this one.” Annon replied, his eyes never leaving the screen.

“I just fucking got back. I’m tired, I’m in pain. I really don’t care how the job went right this minute,” She argued.

 He ignored her protests as he typed on the display, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration.

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Job well done, I suppose.

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