Enjoy some Fiction in 58

Maybe today’s the day
The cuticle was cracked, puffy; he picked at it until fresh blood ran crimson.
He didn’t know he did it, why he did it. It passed time, a derelict hobby.
His cramped cubicle opened to the break room.
Where every day at 9:45 she’d pass, fold her hair behind her ears, whisper hello and boil water for tea.

2 comments:

Jason said...

It is kind of sexy in a creepy way. Good work. I wish your word allowance would have let you write, "...boil water for tea." instead. But you know what they say about opinions.

ThomG said...

Actually, that's a good edit. I did have the words; I used them elsewhere. It wold hae been two words to do that.