Morningtide
Caleb awoke refreshed - !scrubbed! - after the night's mental laundry. He could remember that the detectives had deduced some great truth about magnets. He stood by the refrigerator, idly pulling a small magnet off the door, and letting it pop back on. It made him snicker. "Boum! Boum! Boum!" chuckling like a toddler.Syra called out to him from the monitor in the breakfast nook, "Do you want your day's schedule?"
"Shut up and leave me the hell alone. Turn off while you're at it."Nag. Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag. He didn't give a damn what trivial crisis 'o' the day would be today and unfold to ruin his Thursday. Syra, thank God, did NOT follow him to work; he had another CGI assistant there. She didn't have a name. He liked it that way. He fired them every couple of weeks, anyhow. A new face, a new voice would come in, just like the old one. Bla, bla, bla at the home office.
No chatter from Syra about calling Kathryn -or was it Karen? Better goddamn NOT! He buttoned his collar on the way, clenching a piece of toast between his teeth. Chuckled. Magnets aren't real! See what you get for puddling around in the old ways of thought - cogitating, and getting nowhere! Without a roadmap, it's all hiking through Swampville.
AfterThought. AfterThought, AfterThought.
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