Short Fiction for Guests of the Wordfeeder
Monday, December 5, 2011
Leaning up against the desk inside his carrel, one of a cluster with short walls, his legs crossed, his arms folded, Ross was busy watching the girls go by. For most men, it was an innocent enough, casual if not altogether discreet hobby. For Ross, it defined him. Charlie, in the adjacent carrel, was focused on the work for which the five of them in their team were collectively responsible. The less Ross did, and it was hard for him to do any less, the more slack Charlie and the others had to pick up.
“Hey.” Ross had been watching the elevator doors.
“What?” Charlie responded, not bothering to look up from his screen.
“Take a look at Katherine. Could she be any more…”