Sep 19, 2019
Blood Bath and Beyond
Steven was seated at his desk with the usual mug in hand. Papers were scattered and lined by the morning’s light, which peered between the blinds and stretched ever-further with the sunrise. His jacket was thrown over the shoulders of his chair, his tie loose, the top buttons of his shirt undone and sleeves rolled to the elbows.
The telltale signs of another all-nighter.
He gripped the back of his neck and tried to squeeze the tension away, sighing. Steven tossed the file down with the rest and dropped back in his chair, pivoting towards the window and gazing at nothing in particular while he sorted through his messy thoughts.
@exitstcgeright
