Written by Jacob Ibrag
Just another day. Routine. Tedious. Necessary.
Surprises, limited. Control is fleeting elsewhere, yet
it’s in my possession. Every single second accounted
for. The calm. Day’s end. Smooth sailing. Then why this
uneasy feeling? Phone rings. Unexpected. It’s the boss.
She needs to see me. At a loss. Mind coils at the thought
of possibility. Stomach clenching uncontrollably. Elevator
is taking forever. Red door. There she is, looking out the
window. Arms folded. Skyline. I can’t feel my toes. Numb.
Going blind. She turns to me and sits. Faceless. Try to
read her mind. Failure. It’s over. ‘Exceptional.
Promotion. Congrats.’ Heart attack.
Art by Alex Cherry