the open spreadsheet
Littlegirlcop was having a very difficult time doing much of anything. The combination of the warm spring day and the lack of anything pressing made the afternoon a labor, but it was a labor of nothingness, a battle to fight off sleep, a struggle to look productive. Was the open spreadsheet on his screen convincing when Murphy's slouch told a different story.
This inactivity was punctuated by thoughts of endings and beginnings. His supervisor's father's recent hospitalization; the passing of a friends mother after a long fight with cancer; Murphy's mother's Alzheimer's. The lengthening and warming of the days; his niece's prom; the sweet bearded man that kissed him last night at the bar. Do the next months hold promise when the last few did not?
This inactivity was punctuated by thoughts of endings and beginnings. His supervisor's father's recent hospitalization; the passing of a friends mother after a long fight with cancer; Murphy's mother's Alzheimer's. The lengthening and warming of the days; his niece's prom; the sweet bearded man that kissed him last night at the bar. Do the next months hold promise when the last few did not?
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