Monday, March 5, 2012

Cube Sharing with Cthulu

First you hear the


                                of thigh-induced friction.

Then the heavy breathing.

(Get your mind out of the gutter.)

It’s the raspy panting of an overweight person working beyond capacity, followed by the squeaky complaints of two small wheels. Just when you expect to hear the sound of collapsing bodies and toppled cubicle walls, it stops.

You sense a presence very close. Very short.

More heavy breathing, combined with an unhealthy liquidy rasping sound. A deep rattling breath followed by a muttered, "Shoot!"

You brace for it … you know it's coming … the pause is crushing in its length — made worse because you know what's coming …

Hyuck ckaw ckaw

There it is - oh, the horror! - the disgusting cough clenches your bowels and starts a clawing at the back of your throat.

You scramble for your headphones but you're never fast enough.

Hyuck ckaw ckaw
Erph ack!

And so another day begins.