Flickr Fiction
They think they can do that to me eh?
Think they can just let me go like that. I’ll show them, I’ll bloody well show them.
There is a cold draft blowing under the door. I can feel its chill fingers blowing up my skirt. I sneeze once, twice. Dustballs scurry in the wake of my breath. I should have brought a flashlight. The cheap flourescent lights flicker above the table making sickly shadows dance. There isn’t enough light down here, my fingers poke and prod looking for the outlet.
There.
A creaking floorboard causes me to freeze. Fuckit. I thought everyone had gone home, but it’s just the building settling. Old beams moving. The office has begun to cool down, heating turned off for the weekend. On Monday this place will be like an icebox.
My fingers have found the outlet, I jab the fork in and bend quickly. The outlet is switched off, all unnecessary power switched off at the mains - one of the ‘cost saving measures’ put forth by the boss. And I, another.
I crawl out from under the table, blowing dust and lint from my face, smoothing my hair. Turn out the lights in the boardroom, close the door and key in the security code.
On Monday I will look for a new job - somewhere in a bright clean office block. Somewhere new and shiny. Old buildings are bad for me- too cold and drafty. Decades old wiring snake through the walls - fire hazards in waiting. You never know what might set them off.
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This weeks flicktion effort inspired by twelve By Flickr user receivingend. Check out the rest of the flicktioneers: The Gurrier, Chris, Tadmack, TeaandCakes, Aquafortis, Valsha and Neil.
Holy cow! That is an amazing take on the photo.
Remind me never to piss you off …
Comment by Valsha — January 28, 2007 @ 11:53 am
Ohhh, nice and dark. Something you’ve wondered about in the past?
Comment by Teaandcakes — January 28, 2007 @ 2:26 pm
Nice, how’s work then?
Comment by Donal — January 28, 2007 @ 10:28 pm
Okay, THAT was scary.
I usually love old buildings but the ‘dustballs scurry in the wake of my breath’ and the idea of those chill drafts up her skirt and the bad lighting… definitely time for a new job, even if the buildings weren’t going to be gutted in the next few minutes…
Comment by TadMack — January 29, 2007 @ 4:45 pm
Hee hee! Reminds me of the movie “The Office.” (”Somebody moved my stapler…I could–I could set this building on fire…”)
Comment by a. fortis — March 6, 2007 @ 4:14 am