Out Of Place
Sam sat at his cubicle with a pencil in his hand that he used to make his Dracula bobble head move around. He was bored beyond belief and had the feeling that something was wrong. He'd been having strange dreams and there was that guy in the elevator that looked so familiar. He looked down at his clothes and groaned.
"Great am I doomed to dress like this for the rest of my life?"
He had no idea how Paul managed to come in to work every day and continue for who knows how many years. The uniform they were forced to wear was horrible. They each looked like bananas dipped in chocolate.
"How did I get here?"
"Who are you talking to Sam?"
Sam looked at Ian who had just walked up.
"Uh I was just thinking out loud."
"Don't you know you're not supposed to think around here. You just tell the idiot that calls to turn the printer off and wait for a while and then turn it back on."
"Oh yes it's tons of fun around here."
"Let's get some coffee and you can tell me about your dreams."
Ian was eager to find out what Wizard Sam dreamed of because it was always entertaining.
By Barbara Desmond
"Great am I doomed to dress like this for the rest of my life?"
He had no idea how Paul managed to come in to work every day and continue for who knows how many years. The uniform they were forced to wear was horrible. They each looked like bananas dipped in chocolate.
"How did I get here?"
"Who are you talking to Sam?"
Sam looked at Ian who had just walked up.
"Uh I was just thinking out loud."
"Don't you know you're not supposed to think around here. You just tell the idiot that calls to turn the printer off and wait for a while and then turn it back on."
"Oh yes it's tons of fun around here."
"Let's get some coffee and you can tell me about your dreams."
Ian was eager to find out what Wizard Sam dreamed of because it was always entertaining.
By Barbara Desmond
