Friday, November 8, 2013

Corporatism Kills, a 100 word story

The parking lot was dark and empty, save for a few last cars.

The regular employees had gone home hours ago. Holding these corporate meetings was always so goddamn cutthroat! I really hate getting into the personal attacks and espionage against each other. I respected these bastards at one time.

Raining now, too? Really?! I let out a heavy sigh.

Sitting in my car and leaning back, eyes closed, listening to the rain was relaxing. The car moved almost imperceptibly. Something wrapped around my neck! Can't breathe! Panicking! Clawing at the wire! Is that my blood? My god, I'm dead …

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