(Author’s note: I get my couple days off in a few weeks. Hopefully gonna be able to rest. In the meantime, enjoy today’s fictioneers…)
Couple Days Off
by Miles H. Rost
Brad had more holes in his fingers than a sieve.
He was on staple number 1590, he knew because every time he took one out, it pricked him. This was his punishment, this was his purgatory.
“I really just want to get out of here…”
5PM couldn’t come fast enough, and as soon as he saw the hand hit 12, he quickly stood up and ran for the door.
“Hold it there, bucko,” a familiar, nasal voice piped up from behind him. He knew that Mr. Gibbons was behind him.
“It’s 5, Mr. Gibbons. I’m outta here.”
“Where are your TPS reports?”