Okay, she’d sat here long enough. No matter how awful she felt, staying away from her desk any longer was going to raise eyebrows, if not tempers.
Although the colors were what she was used to seeing, it wasn’t the right design. Alerted now, she looked even more closely, and felt the world start to slip out from under her feet again — the design was almost right, but the name wasn’t her name at all.
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This is a Six Sentence Stories installment, #3. The cue was “charge.”
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