Swallow hard to stop the shivers. If only for a few seconds. Concentrate on avoiding the coming catastrophe. The bus’s late and the wind’s blowing up your back. Today is today and, yes, it’s miserable and tomorrow might exist, but nothing is certain.
You skin discolours, surrounded by three computer screens, monitoring your productivity. Climb the rungs of the spreadsheets sent out early to the entire floor with erroneous information and then duck outside before the accusatory footsteps find you.
Freezing for five minutes is fine.
The elevator doors close just before you can get in, on. Whichever it is.
Prompt courtesy of The Daily Post.