Daily Snippit: Other Fiction

There are some days that don’t fade towards five, but gallop madly through the hours, stirrups akimbo and eyes wild. Days when you look up in confusion at the mass migration of coworkers and try valiantly to remember if you’re on summer hours.

Alas, your week is up. Dismount, untack, and walk your workday cool… the weekend waits impatient in its stall.


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