Work.
Marc had never found it so stressful before. Well, before his hand... he still didn't undederstand why it had to have been chopped. Now he was resigned to desk duty.
Yeah, that was sensible, a fifteen year old doing paperwork. He missed the days where he'd had a more active role.
Today, however, it did mean he could concentrate on the e-mail. He'd been unable to triangulate the sender's position, either it was an extremely smart prankster, or it came from somewhere out of this world: the land of the dead, Marc chuckled to himself.
Yeah, right.
Life was life. There was no inbetween.
Marc fully believed in life.
He settled down into the office chair, spun it round for lack of boredom and sighed.
It caught his eye.
In his desk pigeon box was a bright, luminous pink, fluffy card in the shape of a heart. This can't be good and he reached out towards it.
He brushed it slightly with his hand and he started. That annoyed him. He'd been recieving them all week and he mostly just binned them. He took hold of the item he wanted and ignored the card.
It was a plain brown envelope with a white label stuck to it's front.
Cynthia. Rosemary. Amelia. Patricia. Sparrowhawk.
Marc laughed out loud. No wonder she hated life. Traditionally life chose their middle names and their parents first and last. Of course, Cynthia's parents were shunned due to Cynthia's birth, and.executed shortly after. Pettily life had given Cynthia her middle names.
C.R.A.P.S.
Very amusing.
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished Project
AkcjaThe sequel to "Working Progress." It isn't the end for Cynthia. Life now tries to impose on Marc and he doesn't like that. He now realises exactly what Cynthia was fighting for - and now she's gone what can he do to right it?
