Office Fantasy

The emergency lights cast long, dancing shadows. Dave found a couple of old, scratchy blankets in the supply closet. He offered one to Sandy, their fingers brushing. A spark, not from the faulty wiring, jolted through them. The air thrummed with unspoken things.They settled on the floor in the break room, a single electric kettle still working for lukewarm tea. The cold seeped through the windows,...