IDLE CURIOSITY

March 14, 2018

Curiosity Mowbridge paled when she saw the pink slip protruding from her time card slot. Her legs were slabs of senseless meat. No wonder she could barely drag herself home. Entering her spartan chamber, she toppled to the floor. She surveyed the dust bunnies under her cot.

‘I will clean under there in the fullness of time,’ she commented to the wainscotting.

But she didn’t. Clean under there. In the fullness of time. At all.

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