Briefing book
April 12, 2017That afternoon was three parts cloudy, with spatters of rain landing like spittle launched from a high balcony. He waited for the barista to make his coffee, the lines in his face deeper than usual.
For days, he had worked on the briefing book he hoped might stop the impending invasion, sleeping on his office sofa in a rumpled shirt and khakis for a few hours at a time before diving back in.
No one would read the book, but he wanted, someday, to be able to say he’d thrown words in the face of the the oncoming storm.
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