24-Kara Gilded Cage
It's cold it's cold cold cold it's cold why in the swearword would a newspaper bureau in a nearly bankrupt tropical island need air conditioning at gangrene-inducing levels? (Or am I thinking of frostbite...?) It's so cold I need warmth warm warm warmth and sleep and sex would be nice and so would coffee I don't exactly need coffee but it sure would be nice. Coffee. Even instant muck would be acceptable, a mellow reminder of what awake should be. I wouldn't object to a winter coat or a pair of snow boots either. Gaaah it's so cold my fingers are numb it feels like I'm typing in custard. And the swearword phone keeps swearword ringing and it's swearword Kara so I put it on silent.
Kara showed up at the bureau a few days ago.
"Hello!" she said. "I've been trying to reach you! But you don't pick up your phone! Is it not working? We must catch up! It's been so long! I thought I'd never see you unless I came looking for you so here I am!"
She has, I've discovered, the knack of showing up *just* when you've managed to forget that she exists.
Darcy thinks I should issue general instructions around the bureau to have everyone pretend I don't work here any more.
Fazal thinks I should actually stop working here. "Doesn't she ever learn?" he said. "Hasn't she figured out that, uh, calling you only brings pain and rejection?"
The Flint thinks... stop right there, he doesn't. He simply doles out bilge disguised as news reports, and expects us to salvage diamonds - or sandwiches - from it. Gem of the day: "We apologised for the inconvenienced cause."
Kara showed up at the bureau a few days ago.
"Hello!" she said. "I've been trying to reach you! But you don't pick up your phone! Is it not working? We must catch up! It's been so long! I thought I'd never see you unless I came looking for you so here I am!"
She has, I've discovered, the knack of showing up *just* when you've managed to forget that she exists.
Darcy thinks I should issue general instructions around the bureau to have everyone pretend I don't work here any more.
Fazal thinks I should actually stop working here. "Doesn't she ever learn?" he said. "Hasn't she figured out that, uh, calling you only brings pain and rejection?"
The Flint thinks... stop right there, he doesn't. He simply doles out bilge disguised as news reports, and expects us to salvage diamonds - or sandwiches - from it. Gem of the day: "We apologised for the inconvenienced cause."
