Cube Drone (69 Word Flash Fiction)

Author's note: This is a practice writing assignment for the Flash Fiction online class I just signed up for.
Working weekends is not redeemable for comp time, read the boss’s email.

“Why can’t that bastard get hit by a bus?” Bob whispered in his cramped cubicle, in the cavernous office building, in the sprawling industrial park.

He reached angrily into his desk drawer, smiling as he curled his fingers around the cold steel. He pulled out the flask and took a long pull of the comforting liquor inside.

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