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Tuesday, March 8, 2011

one hundred word story #18


Here's your job, she says mightily: you are my assistant. I'm here to assist, you say. You write down everything she says, often before she thinks to say it. You make to-do lists and start checking things off. You assign other people jobs. You give them chairs to sit in. In time, they quit. That's okay, you say, I'm here to assist. She asks you to rewrite the to-do list. And then, one night, you look around the office and realize no one else is there. She has left you a list. “To fix,” it says. “your life.” You quit.

2 comments:

Ryan Alpers said...

Love the ending, again. Jarring. Cathartic.

miss J. said...

Gratzi!
Fiction, yes, but less so come summer!