The Shot Heard Around the Office
Some more flash fiction office horror~
Some more flash fiction office horror~
“I don’t have time for this…”
We’re wax bodies clung to each other like scented candles in the night. Dripping hot we’re sticky. And when the heat finally dies, we’ll harden like bodies frozen in time wax turned cold. Will we ever warm up again?
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Don’t cry.
##imnotreal##