Undercover
Newspaper Gig
By
Craig Wilson
When
the smoke clears, I find myself in a large office building.
As
usual, I don’t have any recollection of having arrived here.
I am
sitting in a cubicle, staring at an old computer monitor.
A
colleague reminds me I am working for a newspaper.
I have
blown my cover according to a mysterious message.
I
notice some odd ladies looking for me outside my cubicle.
I
leave my cubicle, try to flee, and am immediately noticed.
As I
run, I jump right out of the window, and I leave the dream.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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