justice?
Posted by mansoor on 07 Mar 2007 | Tagged as: lifes anomaly's
I
“but he’s not been pulling his weight! what do we pay him for? if he gets to spend most of his time doing nothing and still gets paid, why should we work?” was the latest watercooler gossip about Mr X. A loner, no one had seen or heard from him in days…
II
“i will not be the kind of boss that fires someone for no pretense.. i will not!“Â he thought, sitting in his office wondering what to do about X. Even after multiple warnings, he had not come upto mark. “God! Why are these things never easy!” He wished, picking up the phone and dialing a cellular number..
III
“h.. h.. hello?” it had taken every ounce of effort in his body to answer the call! X could not afford to miss it, it was the last thing he had in this world… “i’m very sorry to inform you X, but given your recent performance, we have no other choice but to let you go” said the voice over the phone.. shocked, he could not even reply. He looked down on the fresh tombstone of his wife and prayed he could’ve joined her that fateful day.
*part of my attempts on 55fiction. for more click on the 55fiction category on the sidebar*
OH MAN!!
this is just too sad..
55fiction needs to not have people dying or have deadly diseases..
make them happy! =)
dys: somehow, its the ‘thokar’ which really gets me working up creatively… but you’re right.. makes the 55ers seem very morbid…. next one will be a happy one inshallah!
u’r right there mansoor. the thokars get u to write and us to read/understand better
errr… duz that in anyway convey wat i meant to say? *no idea*
hey good job dude! who would have believed microfiction chaskas are contagious?
Nicely written.