I haven't updated in quite a while, but I have been working.
I'm now reviving an old story I wrote back in High School.
As I don't have an original copy of the story, I need to pull it right out of my brain, and that's never easy.
Here's a sample, and I'll have the whole thing up in the near future.
The Night Shift
Sandra’s desk was neat and clean. She didn’t care for the clutter that was present on her colleagues work surfaces. Considering the desk itself was a highly responsive touch screen, clutter was a bad thing. She would watch every night as maintenance ran across her sector, and the screens calibrated themselves to compensate for the clutter. The red glow of the errors flashed around her, bathing the office in moody light. Her desk, as usual, was a shining beacon of blue-white light. Clutter free, error free, and generally well kept. That was Sandra’s desk, and that was Sandra.
Her prized possessions sat on a table beside her. The table itself was quite a chore to obtain. It was solid oak. It was a heavy, varnished table with a straight cut running lengthwise across its surface. She remembered, briefly, her joy when the final piece of the table had been delivered. Her mother had carefully wrapped each piece and shipped them each separately over the course of 13 months. More than a year’s worth of supply runs later, and there it stood. Her only non-standard piece of office furniture and one of her few stabs at individuality.
Beside the clean desk and atop the fine oak side table sat a collection of things. These things were unique and diverse, very unlike Sandra but their meaning was clear. This collection of small to medium sized objects that caused no clutter on her desk was her treasure trove. She liked to think of herself as a Tolkeinian dragon, carefully guarding her possessions, keeping them safe in her lair. The thought amused her greatly, and so she kept it in her mind. It was generally small distractions that kept her going through the night shift.
Maintenance had a while yet before it finished, and so Sandra walked. She wound her way through the cubicles, and searched for a window. There was one located a few floors down from her allocated office space. That was not to say her office was ‘windowless’ or ‘oppressive’, there were OLEDs in the walls of most floors that would display tranquil environments. Forests, the ocean shore, and occasionally views of a bar toilet, but only when the team down in IT felt they deserved better pay. Such views were often missed, and always appreciated.
I'll keep working on it, and posting what I finish. Cheers.
