THE TRIANGLE
Perkins Jellycomb tallied the last of the bananas, removed his smock, waved to Harlow, and left the warehouse. Harlow, in reaction to Jellycomb’s farewell salute, deactivated her station, removed her smock, sprinted from the warehouse onto the dock, flicked her eyes left and right, centered her soul, and flung herself into the water.
The following morning while Perkins Jellycomb prepared for work by shrugging into his smock, he couldn’t help but notice that Harlow’s station across the way remained deactivated and that Harlow was nowhere in sight.
‘Where’s Harlow?’ Jellycomb shouted to Mewl.
Mewl looked up from his bench, peered at the deactivated station and shrugged.
Just then The Triangle, lead triffid, entered the warehouse. Jellycomb hurriedly began to tally. Mewl turned intently to his thimble, thread, and needle. The Triangle sluttered across the floor, as triffids did, entered Harlow’s station and activated it. Mewl and Jellycomb, both terrified, nevertheless went about their duties as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary.
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