A steaming cuppa on one hand and his mobile, clutched at an angle so that he could read the emails and also look ahead, on the other – just another 8 AM juggling act as he navigates his way through his fellow corporate zombies.
Lately, he’d been feeling an acute sense of burnout. He was not enjoying his dream job. The elation of success was slowly being replaced by apathy.
A thud! The cup of coffee goes tumbling along with his smartphone. He scrambles after the latter, picks it up and looks up with indignation at his assaulter. It’s just another suit, with a similar frown scrambling for her mobile. Spilled coffee and iced-tea make a weird modern art on the floor.
They mumble their apologies and head their own ways. He glances at his Rado wristwatch, a token of appreciation from his seniors. He makes a decision. He removes the watch and decides to throw it when a beep from his smartphone interrupts.
The congratulatory message confirms his promotion. He wears his watch and sprints to work.
Word Count: 175
Written for the weekly Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy. This week’s prompt is from Enisa. Please find other entries to Week 166 here.