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bing a fixture (standard:other, 1383 words) | |||
Author: deorah | Added: Sep 16 2002 | Views/Reads: 3287/2202 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
a guy who seen as "no big loss" as he slowly slips into his own world where he "isn't a piece of furniture" | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story over real well. Claudette explained that he had gotten sick and was taking a few days off to get well. and that his coworkers again the attitude of oh well, no great loss. She explained that she had notice that he was appearing very tired and he just let him rest the whole time. She still held off telling him that the office had sent him his work that morning and that it needed to be done by the next day. He smiled and thought, maybe I'm not a piece of furniture to her.. Sam slowly mustard up the strength to get to work the next day. Walking around in a daze and almost walking into things, Sam took his time easing into his chair. The work load remained unchanged as if it would have been a big inconvenience for anyone else to pitch in. His secretary and assistant were unchanged in their attitudes. âAre you sure I were out for a few days?â he thought. Opening his briefcase, he found a number of folders spilling out. Now he knows that he was totally gone because hew was sure he didn't bring anything with him when he left.. Then he found Claudette's note stating she had caught all his work up. She had seem and heard enough about his work that she could almost do it herself in her sleep. Reassured by that thought, Sam sighed as he blotted out the screaming voices that had filled his office. He just started to hand out folders until there were no more people or sound and he could slip back into his own solemn. As the days past, Sam was seeing that nothing had changed and that even sending in incorrect work really didn't matter. Like no great loss. Sam was finding it easier and easier to disappear into a solemn state and later a world of his own, where he could choose what, when and how on everything. the deeper he sank This world., the more of the other world would disappear. Claudette, at wits end for having tried everything she could think of to bring her husband around. She also ended up taking on the responsibilities of his job from not only going into the office, the paperwork and conducting meetings. After awhile, Sam never moved from his den and no one at the office even noticed that he wasn't there but his wife. Except for an occasional yawn or nod, Sam had indeed become a piece of furniture to the rest of the world as he dropped into his own middle for someone else to pick up the pieces. At least for a moment in time he wasn't a piece of furniture or a not so great loss to one person. Tweet
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