Waiting
The clock ticks slowly, I can feel its cogs slipping into place.
Another second goes by, and another, the hour inches on.
Time passes at a snail’s pace, dragging on my day.
Surely it will end soon, surely?
I wait, and wait, watching it religiously.
Finally, it has arrived!
Lunch!
Just A Little While Longer
She lay sleeping on my lap. Her stressful day had finally caught up with her.
I had work I needed to do, but getting up would mean disturbing her. She sighed contently, and I made up my mind for the third time to stay for 15 more minutes.
Damn cat.
By William
Sign
We had a good conversation last week.
I was looking forward for a repeat, a replay.
If, after the work hours, you wait for me, then that is it.
You went straight to my cubicle, no, to your locker. Then at the door.
No greeting.
Need to improve on follow-through.
By Moonchild
Ogle
This is the longest eight hours of my life.
I am by my lonesome, in my little cubicle, with paperwork done the day before.
The only thing left staring at me is a white screen.
It says, “…ogle.”
And I did.
This was the longest eight hours of my life.
By Moonchild
Meeting
We were sitting in a room, and I don’t know if they’ve forgotten I was there. They all spoke in Chinese. Three, four, five minutes passed, and I was still sitting there, clueless. After a while, it felt as though I was watching a talk show with a boring host.
By diwangLaya
Do You Really Wanna Know?
“What have you done all day?” asked the boss.
“Do you really want to know?”
The boss looked at his employee carefully, then at his blank computer screen, the messy desk, and the drool stain on the back of the chair.
“Probably not.”
“No, definitely not,” the employee grinned.
By Grant
No Reply
“What did you do?”
Silence.
“Did you rip my papers up?”
Still silence.
“I can’t believe you did that! Why? Why would you do that?”
No reply.
“You keep doing this! Why would you be so stupid?”
She looked back at him with untroubled eyes.
“Damn cat,” he swore angrily.
By Grant
Bad Day
I screamed in frustration at the door. After such a bad day, traffic, work, and a fine, i had lost my keys, again. I thumped the door heavily, and swore loudly, colourfully. Just then my neighbor came up behind me,
“You dropped these.”
He was holding my keys.
Oh.
By Grant
The Appointment
I sat, terrified, watching him come closer and closer.
“Oh god, oh god, what am i going to say, or do? He’s going to think i am an idiot! Oh man, I think that i’m an idiot! Oh no, oh no, oh…”
“Mr Goodwin? Thanks for coming for the interview…”
By Grant
O.H.I.M
No. Already? It’s too soon. Not now. Please, not now. I’m not ready. I can’t go now.
I have to though, don’t I? There is no choice. You have to do what you have to do, and I have to go back. Back to the grind. Oh hell, it’s Monday.
By Nipun
