Gabby: Pausing on a Thursday
Something pulled her away from the humming simplicity of machines and files, startling her out of her chosen absorption with the work, in the moment. Something... there. Ah, an email from Uncle Ethan.
She shook her head, as if to clear it, and waited for the response, idly tossing a set of coins on the table. Her mind analyzed and noted the results. The response matched them. She went back to work, letting it settle in her mind until, as she pushed away from her computer desk to seek the blood that flowed hotter, sweeter, livelier in Russia, she heard the words whispering in the back of her mind.
It would push them a little further, the poem. A little more alienation.
Ku
She packed her bag for the Midwest.
She shook her head, as if to clear it, and waited for the response, idly tossing a set of coins on the table. Her mind analyzed and noted the results. The response matched them. She went back to work, letting it settle in her mind until, as she pushed away from her computer desk to seek the blood that flowed hotter, sweeter, livelier in Russia, she heard the words whispering in the back of her mind.
It would push them a little further, the poem. A little more alienation.
Ku
She packed her bag for the Midwest.