The time is 13:05. The day is Monday. Break is over. We are back in it now. We are told to sit. Everyone does. Everyone, except Schneider. Earlier, during recess, he pushed me. No one of importance noticed, of course. None of the higher-ups, just the same low-lives as me and him. That bastard gets…
Tag: Five Years Old
Obsessive Compulsive
Originally published in Suspense Magazine, December 2013. It was still relativity early on Friday night, but one look outside, and one would have thought it was deep into the middle of the night. That’s how our receptionist felt, like she was all alone in the dead of night about to close an office that no…