The Lunch Room
Two work-friends discuss the meaning of their work in a small room during the last minutes of their lunch hour. (300 words)
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Fiction
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The grey light of the corridor flickered for the briefest moment, confirming my fears.
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Lull me to sleep, devil man.
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