#peri work

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Heart work

He couldn't speak but he could throw up. That was the only sound he could make. How could he call into the coffee shop when wrenching was the only noise he made? He could not stand and make coffee today. He could not stand up or stand still and his could he tell his manager? They would sack him and find another if he did not do something fast.

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Open sesame periscope

The periscope screen was dark. Black filled her phone. She tapped as hard as she could. She swiped but nothing happened. She was alone and thus was her first proper broadcast. She wanted it to be meaty and full of content she wanted to fill the head count with hundreds of people watching her scope. Her ego felt out of control and she liked it. She wanted to pounce on her energy whilst it was strong enough like a light showing everything was and is possible. Except her whole phone was black. So she tapped one last time before the idea of rebooting the whole phone. Periscope reloaded. It was the trick she had forgotten. Staring at her from the screen was her face. Her smile which she hadn't seen for s while. Periscope was her truck out of the bad times. She liked the recognition the moment of fe. Except she had last her followers. The screen refreshed as she closed down the broadcast for today. One audience member. She struggled to find out who this was. It said watching from the web. She would never know. Whoever the listener is or was she hoped they came back. There will be more later she said to no one in particular as she returned to her desk. The hour flew. She must have new having fun.