The Monarch

How mundane was her life. She was at work, yet there was nothing to do. She wanted to sit down, but couldn’t; She felt like she wasn’t earning her small paycheck unless she was doing something, or at least pretending to do something. Standing counted as something in this situation. For the fifth time, she organized the tiny box of tea bags. She was the sole monarch of that box of tea.

The office was silent. She knew there were employees there, somewhere. But no one made a sound. Were they even alive anymore? She held her breath. Still silent.

by datatoast

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY