1987: A Short Story
1987: A Short Story
2350 HOURS
He pushed the door open, jolting the rubber stopper out of place. Back in the corridor, a flickering light bulb had its beams of light dancing on the shards of broken glass on the floor. Clearing his desk of all the stray papers with one swift move, he dropped the brown, premium leather briefcase on the desk with a thud, oblivious to the small tiny troupe of ants feasting on a crumb of…
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