Tonight, my colleagues left me alone in the office with Evil Puppy. I'm pretty sure that the switch in his back is in "evil". He looked at me without ceasing, with its stuffed nours zoeils of pretending to be in the holiday spirit to help cut you into pieces when he has the opportunity.
When everyone leaves before me and I find myself working alone in the big empty office, I recall the horror movies I've seen since my childhood. I'm single, concentrated on playing my music too loud in my ears and a little busy working, and I know that if I was in a slasher, I'd be the first to make me kill, me too bad my little air innocent girl who know that life can be short-bin bin.
ax behind my head, my blood on the ergonomic chair. M'éventre a machete, my guts on the beautiful gray carpet business. It must not be obvious to clean such a mess. I imagine the man who pisses sweeper scratch it on the carpet. Poor Mr. sweeper.
But I do not arrive too serious. Not yet. Apart from the sudden desire to race in a chair with wheels or save wallpapers fun on all computer workstations.
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