The next time Carl went in for his meetings, he sat near the bathrooms.
The desk booking app had said that the entire office was booked solid and this was the only desk available, but when Carl arrived, the office was as empty as usual.
He went to his meeting, then sat down to work.
There were no windows near the bathrooms. No people and no windows. The cubicle walls served no purpose but to make him feel even more isolated or alone.
It was as if he was living some post-apocalyptic nightmare.
He took frequent breaks to walk around the office and remind himself that he wasn't the only person there. He wanted to go home, but his manager, Sean, had said he'd pop by in the afternoon for a sync up meeting.
Carl passed by the desk he had been sitting at the week before. No one was sitting there.
He looked around to make sure he was alone, then opened the drawer.
The post-it notes and the pen were still there, as was the message he had written on it.
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Missing Things - FIRST DRAFT
General FictionA first draft of a mess about a guy, a pandemic, and an empty office. It's about missing things. One of the things that's missing is a plot. As I said, this is a first draft and it's here for funsies. At some point it'll be taken down because I'll w...
