Double Time

I enjoyed my four day weekend, sure, but I was also eager to return to the office, now that my creative batteries were recharged.

However, the moment I stepped onto my floor, I could smell something… Off. It was subtle, a hint of something disgusting, but not enough to make me retch or anything.

After opening a few doors, I found him in one of the lesser used waiting rooms. Wearing the bright spandex tights of a bike courier, he tried to stand up.

“You were here since Thursday?” I guessed. He nodded, weakly. “Why?”

“Last… thirty-six hours… triple-double-triple time…”