Something big’s going to happen today. Wait.
Something big’s going to happen today. I just know it. It’s been foreseen.
I have a routine every morning. Had.
I’m not a complainer, but I’m the only employee who shows up for work.
Someone’s sending me messages after hours, I think.
I burned Bill today.
“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t.
How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.