Why do I have to get up?
A quick text claiming I'm ill and it's contagious and I can pull the duvet over my head and spend the rest of the day here. The world won't stop turning.
But the rent, the bills. I've got no damn choice.
The note was found at his home a week after his disappearance.
Thursday, 7 July 2016
Wednesday, 6 July 2016
Burn
The alarm sounded and everybody filed out of the factory. They mumbled and moaned that yet another drill was interfering with their work and knackering their chances of a bonus this month.
Once in the car park they saw it was no drill.
The sky was lit up by the colossal flames and half the neighbourhood had turned up to watch.
By the time the fire brigade had gained the upper hand the employees had come to terms with the fact that none of them would ever receive another bonus.
Once in the car park they saw it was no drill.
The sky was lit up by the colossal flames and half the neighbourhood had turned up to watch.
By the time the fire brigade had gained the upper hand the employees had come to terms with the fact that none of them would ever receive another bonus.
Tuesday, 5 July 2016
Waiting
He sat and thumbed through the pile of magazines on the table. Gossip and gardening from five years ago. The surprise was how well-leafed through they seemed. Well, he wasn't that desperate, so he took up staring out the window instead.
It was the end of the day and there was nobody else waiting. It was five minutes until his appointment and the receptionist had left too. He had the run of the place and could do whatever he wanted.
He hoped the doctor called him soon as he felt his stomach tell him it was time for a poo. He wasn't sure how long he could wait.
He spied a bowl of pot pourri on a window sill and a lightbulb went off above his head.
It was the end of the day and there was nobody else waiting. It was five minutes until his appointment and the receptionist had left too. He had the run of the place and could do whatever he wanted.
He hoped the doctor called him soon as he felt his stomach tell him it was time for a poo. He wasn't sure how long he could wait.
He spied a bowl of pot pourri on a window sill and a lightbulb went off above his head.
Monday, 4 July 2016
Report
The boss stormed in and slammed the door behind him. This wasn't going to end well. He was cracking his knuckles and his face was the colour of a freshly-painted London bus.
He threw a pile of papers on the desk.
"What's this, Jones?"
It was the report Jones had written. They both knew this. Jones was unsure how to answer.
"I'll tell you what it is, shall I?"
He wasn't going to tell him it was the report, of that Jones was sure.
"It's a piece of shit, that's what."
It was good to know that the hours he'd put into it were appreciated.
"The figures are terrible."
The figures were terrible. That was very true, but short of lying about them they weren't going to look any better.
"The shareholders won't like this. You'll have to do better."
He headed for the door and turned to look at Jones as he grasped the handle.
"Just make shit up if necessary. They won't know the difference."
Jones nodded and set about drafting his letter of resignation.
He threw a pile of papers on the desk.
"What's this, Jones?"
It was the report Jones had written. They both knew this. Jones was unsure how to answer.
"I'll tell you what it is, shall I?"
He wasn't going to tell him it was the report, of that Jones was sure.
"It's a piece of shit, that's what."
It was good to know that the hours he'd put into it were appreciated.
"The figures are terrible."
The figures were terrible. That was very true, but short of lying about them they weren't going to look any better.
"The shareholders won't like this. You'll have to do better."
He headed for the door and turned to look at Jones as he grasped the handle.
"Just make shit up if necessary. They won't know the difference."
Jones nodded and set about drafting his letter of resignation.
Sunday, 3 July 2016
Teddy
Its eyes seemed to follow him around the room.
The child laughed as he noticed this.
"Teddy, you're so funny!" he giggled.
He went downstairs to retrieve the pens he desperately needed to finish the important picture he was working on. A thick blue band of sky and a thick green band of grass already formed the basis of what would certainly become a masterpiece.
When he came back into his room Teddy had moved.
It sat on the windowsill and looked out at the garden. The pens dropped from the boy's hands.
"H-how did you g-get over there?" he asked.
Teddy said nothing.
The boy's brother grinned to himself in the room next door.
The child laughed as he noticed this.
"Teddy, you're so funny!" he giggled.
He went downstairs to retrieve the pens he desperately needed to finish the important picture he was working on. A thick blue band of sky and a thick green band of grass already formed the basis of what would certainly become a masterpiece.
When he came back into his room Teddy had moved.
It sat on the windowsill and looked out at the garden. The pens dropped from the boy's hands.
"H-how did you g-get over there?" he asked.
Teddy said nothing.
The boy's brother grinned to himself in the room next door.
Empty
Marcus sat in his car on the grass verge. He had tried to start it several times after it had stopped for no reason. The two men in the van had kindly helped him off the road after a hundred angry motorists had blown their horns at him.
He had phoned the breakdown company and they had promised to be there within half an hour. It had been forty minutes. Maybe they'd broken down too?
A vehicle pulled up behind him and an overall-clad man get out. He approached Marcus' car and tapped on the window.
Marcus explained that he'd broken down, as if it were necessary.
The breakdown man quickly discovered what was wrong. He pointed at the fuel gauge and grunted. It showed that there was no petrol in the tank.
Marcus told him that he'd seen that, but thought you always got at least another fifty miles out of it once the red light was lit.
The breakdown man was glad that stupid people kept him in business.
He had phoned the breakdown company and they had promised to be there within half an hour. It had been forty minutes. Maybe they'd broken down too?
A vehicle pulled up behind him and an overall-clad man get out. He approached Marcus' car and tapped on the window.
Marcus explained that he'd broken down, as if it were necessary.
The breakdown man quickly discovered what was wrong. He pointed at the fuel gauge and grunted. It showed that there was no petrol in the tank.
Marcus told him that he'd seen that, but thought you always got at least another fifty miles out of it once the red light was lit.
The breakdown man was glad that stupid people kept him in business.
Friday, 1 July 2016
7:30
It's time to get up. I've pressed snooze nine times already and there's no time for another go at it.
My bladder is about to rupture and I'm hungry. I'm running late. It's going to be a rush to get ready on time. Yes, it mught be Saturday, but I still need to be up at a sensible time.
My bladder is about to rupture and I'm hungry. I'm running late. It's going to be a rush to get ready on time. Yes, it mught be Saturday, but I still need to be up at a sensible time.
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