31 December 2012
He walked into the room and sat down. It had been months since he had seen the bluish chairs and smell of cleaness. He wasnt an idiot, he knew he couldnt just walk back in like nothing was different, time had changed, he had too.
John sat down next to what would have been his regular seet but was now taken up by a some guy he had never seen before. The stranger was oviusly farmilliar with all the people here, probably the new owner. John plucked up the curage to tap him on the sholder and ask him what his name was when the computer shut down.
John spun his ofice chair around and around in circles, he forgot to pay the electrisity bill again, but he would.
Just as soon as he could find the new owner…
Story Im Not Going To Finnish • Opuss № I