Office drabble: refrigerator pictures
refrigerator pictures
the office, toby (minor pam/toby), pg, 202 words, assorted spoilers for cocktails and so on.
In one hundred words, Toby’s going to tell you why today is going to be the day.
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(Maybe) In one hundred words, Toby’s going to tell you why today is going to be the day- has to be the day.
Except he stumbles into the kitchen around five-thirty, his eyes still caked with sleep. There’s a small yellow duck on his counter that’s stained with on-tap beer and cigarettes. It’s for the wrong person, you know, it’ll go into the washer and then the dryer with lavender fabric softener- what?
He moves slowly. Coffee first. A granola bar next. He’s ignoring his answering machine- blinking once, then twice- because he’s sure it’s his ex reminding him that Sasha’s ballet recital is at eight.
Instead, he walks off to the corner and pushes the mail away, counting bills is for Sunday anyhow. He fishes a piece of construction paper out, wincing as it crinkles and moves to the refrigerator. He pins it was a random magnet, watching it drop, and then sighs to pick it up.
Remember, today’s going to be the day. The day.
But Toby takes one look at the duck, sighing again- it’s kind of faded anyway- and picks it up by the tail.
It takes a glance at the calendar. Remember, the trash comes today.
end.
the office, toby (minor pam/toby), pg, 202 words, assorted spoilers for cocktails and so on.
In one hundred words, Toby’s going to tell you why today is going to be the day.
*
(Maybe) In one hundred words, Toby’s going to tell you why today is going to be the day- has to be the day.
Except he stumbles into the kitchen around five-thirty, his eyes still caked with sleep. There’s a small yellow duck on his counter that’s stained with on-tap beer and cigarettes. It’s for the wrong person, you know, it’ll go into the washer and then the dryer with lavender fabric softener- what?
He moves slowly. Coffee first. A granola bar next. He’s ignoring his answering machine- blinking once, then twice- because he’s sure it’s his ex reminding him that Sasha’s ballet recital is at eight.
Instead, he walks off to the corner and pushes the mail away, counting bills is for Sunday anyhow. He fishes a piece of construction paper out, wincing as it crinkles and moves to the refrigerator. He pins it was a random magnet, watching it drop, and then sighs to pick it up.
Remember, today’s going to be the day. The day.
But Toby takes one look at the duck, sighing again- it’s kind of faded anyway- and picks it up by the tail.
It takes a glance at the calendar. Remember, the trash comes today.
end.