Just a little something that made me snicker as I looked out my office window and saw other folks doing the same thing…
[ Fast Fiction: Quitting Time – January 21, 2005]
John knew it was over. As he leaned against his office window and looked out, he let out a sad sigh. The view from the 25th floor was still spectacular. After the long and arduous climb to the top of the hierarchy, it was a little disappointing that he couldn’t go any higher. He tried to get another floor built on the roof, but the city was already screaming about zoning laws. It would have been easier to move somewhere else in the city, but not as satisfying.
“Bastards!” he swore. “I didn’t spend the last 20 years gouging my way to the top, stepping over those little ants, just to be stopped now!”
In a blind rage, John struck out around him, overturning bookshelves, shattering awards, and breaking everything in sight. In a final fit of rage, he picked up his chair and threw it at the window. He froze in astonishment and began to giggle as the chair broke through and fell to the streets below.
“When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide,” he cackled.
The police burst into his office yelling “Freeze!” as John smiled, waved, turned, and jumped.
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