A Young Man's Short Story

A Young Man's Short Story

A small, wooden desk in the corner. With just a small red lamp as source of dim light. With a man hunched over it, trying to meet his deadline for his first job in a massive corporation. he seems stressed as he puts his cigarette out into the filthy ash tray next to his half drunken, cold coffee. coffee that had spilled over the side, due to his shaky and clumsy hands. the dark brown, thick liquid slowly spread out to the top of every sheet of paper he had out. The paper has stained, the work is ruined. What is there to do? Shrug it off, crawl back into bed and get sacked in the morning? Stay up and finish the work but fall asleep on the job? decisions, decisions.

"Fuck it, I'll just play video games"