Monday, March 14, 2016

100 Words a Day 807


The printer hummed, content to continue spitting out the pages of the board book he was going to spend the whole Saturday assembling. Jeff sat on the floor of the copy room, reading Hemingway. The regular workings of the office device only served to send him deeper into the book’s world. He left his lowly spot on the floor of the empty office building, and instead lived a life of words like Action, and Decision, and Courage. All these manly things. But he was still on the floor waiting for the printer to finish so he could bind the books.

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