DollyInk: "You have climbed high. Get ready to fall."

Not the greatest warning to recieve when washing windows thirty stories up. I looked around for the source of the voice only to realize it was in my head.

"That's enough of that late night T.V. series," I said aloud.

"What?" my co-worker, scrubbing glass a few feet away from me asked.

"Nothing," I shook my head and wielded my squeegie.

You have climbed high. Get ready to fall.

There it was again! By now I was starting to panic.

"Hey, uh," I turned back to my co-worker, "I think these windows are clean enough. How about we go for an early lunch?"

His eyebrow rose, "You alright?"

"Yeah," I shrugged, "Just hungry."

He chuckled and plunged his cleaning equipment into his pail of water, "Alright."


Twenty minutes later, we were ordering our usual at the nearest fastfood joint. We got on the subject of the last football game and how our families were doing when the fingerprint-stained glass doors swung open.

"Bob? Walter?"

We both ducked. It was our boss.

"I'll be back," Walter whispered, getting up and heading for the bathroom. I scowled.

He turned the corner and his beady eyes darted at me. I took a cautious bite of my hamburger.

"Ditching on the job are we?"

I continued to chew shamefully.

"I warned you that if this happened again you would be demoted."

I nodded and took a sip of my soda."Well?"

I held up a finger and finished chewing. But I'd obviously caught him on a bad day. He simply growled and whipped out a pink slip as quickly as an grouchy sorcer might a curse.

"Here," he slid it across the smooth surface of the table. I stared at it blankly as he left.

You have climbed high. Get ready to fall.


The End

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