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He considered himself a respectable kind of guy, clean cut, tried not to tread on anyone’s toes.
Doubled up on his bed, arms wrapped around his head as if it would somehow alleviate the pressure inside his skull, Davis tried to block everything from his mind.
He spluttered out a couple of weak coughs and thought about calling in sick.
No, not today. An important meeting at 2, and he’d have to prepare before lunch.
Squinting, his bedroom slipped into focus. Unsteadily he got to his feet and cautiously made his way to the wardrobe.
45 minutes later he pulled into his usual parking space. He mopped several beads of sweat from his face and, relieved to have arrived safely, made his way to the council’s office building.
“Morning John” his secretary greeted him, “My, you don’t look well today. Can I get you anything? A glass of water?”
“No thanks Sue” he replied. He hated the way she would act so motherly towards him. And it was just his luck to get stuck with an old woman. Now Lucy from Legal Services, there was a secretary. And he was sure Johnson was sleeping with her…
“By the way,” she snapped him from his somewhat hazed thoughts, “Mr Richards stopped by, he said he wanted to see you when you arrive.”
“Thanks Sue” he replied, setting down his briefcase and turning for his boss’s office.
His head was pounding as he walked down the corridor. He felt himself gradually becoming detached from his body. His sense of balance slipped from him. Steadying himself against a wall his vision began to close out. As he dropped to his knees he registered noises, voices, but couldn’t make out individual words.
Finally consciousness abandoned him.
Most of them attended his funeral, his colleagues. Except Johnson, who had booked the weekend away. “He’d have understood…” A few people cried, everyone moved on.
Doubled up on his bed, arms wrapped around his head as if it would somehow alleviate the pressure inside his skull, Davis tried to block everything from his mind.
He spluttered out a couple of weak coughs and thought about calling in sick.
No, not today. An important meeting at 2, and he’d have to prepare before lunch.
Squinting, his bedroom slipped into focus. Unsteadily he got to his feet and cautiously made his way to the wardrobe.
45 minutes later he pulled into his usual parking space. He mopped several beads of sweat from his face and, relieved to have arrived safely, made his way to the council’s office building.
“Morning John” his secretary greeted him, “My, you don’t look well today. Can I get you anything? A glass of water?”
“No thanks Sue” he replied. He hated the way she would act so motherly towards him. And it was just his luck to get stuck with an old woman. Now Lucy from Legal Services, there was a secretary. And he was sure Johnson was sleeping with her…
“By the way,” she snapped him from his somewhat hazed thoughts, “Mr Richards stopped by, he said he wanted to see you when you arrive.”
“Thanks Sue” he replied, setting down his briefcase and turning for his boss’s office.
His head was pounding as he walked down the corridor. He felt himself gradually becoming detached from his body. His sense of balance slipped from him. Steadying himself against a wall his vision began to close out. As he dropped to his knees he registered noises, voices, but couldn’t make out individual words.
Finally consciousness abandoned him.
Most of them attended his funeral, his colleagues. Except Johnson, who had booked the weekend away. “He’d have understood…” A few people cried, everyone moved on.
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Oh, and blood lust, it's very.. um.. nice
;^)
;^)
True.
It's always interesting when people throw in their interpreations of bits with ideas you'd not really considered too.
But usually there's not much to say beyond 'nice'...
:^)
Insane Bartender wrote:
> Bah. Post in Life. Me, Your Honour and Unbeliever are all putting
> worthwhile stories in ther in an effort to cloud out the war chaff.
So there are pleanty of stories to go around? :^)
Now that you mention it, I might go dig up the half-life compilations one of these days. They started in the middle of a bunch of exams and essays, and I never got round to reading them. If I can get this company law essay done soon...
It's always interesting when people throw in their interpreations of bits with ideas you'd not really considered too.
But usually there's not much to say beyond 'nice'...
:^)
Insane Bartender wrote:
> Bah. Post in Life. Me, Your Honour and Unbeliever are all putting
> worthwhile stories in ther in an effort to cloud out the war chaff.
So there are pleanty of stories to go around? :^)
Now that you mention it, I might go dig up the half-life compilations one of these days. They started in the middle of a bunch of exams and essays, and I never got round to reading them. If I can get this company law essay done soon...
I'd have to agree there. Sometimes i's nice to get some sort of feedback though, other than "nice read".
I usually always read the stuff in life it's just I never reply because most of the time the only things I can say are, that was good, or good read mate. Either that or I don't know what to say. Like now.
It was good though :)
It was good though :)
Bah. Post in Life. Me, Your Honour and Unbeliever are all putting worthwhile stories in ther in an effort to cloud out the war chaff.
I have two stories going atm. Half-Life and Blood Lust. So I'll be putting stories up there daily. Join in!!
I have two stories going atm. Half-Life and Blood Lust. So I'll be putting stories up there daily. Join in!!
Maybe, if I get the urge to write soon. Can't really force it.
Why?
Why?
Dr Duck are you planning to make another?
Always better that way. Makes your imagination work...
Unbeliever wrote:
> Did he
> get sacked and he died as a result or was it because he was feeling
> sick previously?
I was going for it happening before he spoke to the boss, but there's a bit of scope for interpretation there...
> Did he
> get sacked and he died as a result or was it because he was feeling
> sick previously?
I was going for it happening before he spoke to the boss, but there's a bit of scope for interpretation there...
Just one of those random short stories I guess. Not bad though. Did he get sacked and he died as a result or was it because he was feeling sick previously?
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