Read as a signal

April 30, 2013

At 3:30 pm, she reached for the glass, where a curved lemon wedge floated in the water like a yellow, waning moon. She wanted to read it as a signal that she could leave her desk and go, immediately, before it withered to nothing.

Nobody follow me, she wanted to say, backing out the door while holding the glass in front of her like a shield. It’s safer if I’m the only one who escapes.

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