At Work

You finally arrive at your workplace. You work a desk job at an office selling paper, you don’t enjoy it but it’s enough to pay the bills and keep your latinas fed and happy.

“Hey, Mark!” you hear a coworker say. You greet him and you both go on your way to your cubicles. You get into the repetition of doing your job, making and answering calls, and talking to coworkers. You look inside your drawer for files, but instead you find...the gun? How did it get here? You quickly holster it as your boss enters.

He’s an asshole and everyone knows it, making advances on his female coworkers and then complaining to HR or firing them if they don’t comply with sexual suggestions.

He talks you about boring business stuff but you’re not listening. Something in the back of your mind is telling you to use the gun on him. Your hand hovers over the gun in your pocket until the perfect moment.

Moments later, your boss gets up and begins to leave. “Oh, boss?” you ask, raising the gun at him. He turns around and sees you holding the gun. He raises his hands and you fire.