The Pale Tale
The pen is a ballpoint, blue, cheap, the kind the office buys by the case for the interns. You hold it between your thumb and forefinger, and the tip jumps against the paper. It is a small tremor, a vibration, but in the silence of the office it feels like a shudder that runs through the whole arm. You have been trying to sign the intake form for the pension review for forty-five minutes. The...
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