Mammon’s children

I waited for my coffee and saw wave after wave of office workers, stony faced, head for their buildings. It put me in mind of a death march. 

Certainly, here on the fourth floor, the lifeforce is absent. Fluorescent lights, one flickering. Wheezing air conditioning blows over empty desks.

Three souls. Each dreaming of elsewhere.

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