Semi-Daily Scribbles

Shawna hated sitting at a desk for nine hours a day. Of course, she got up and moved about, but she had to be mindful of her legs taking over and walking her right out the front door…before the reports were even run!

On this particular day, the sun was beating a worrisome rhythm, and Shawna wheeled back from her desk. Reports would have to wait. The buzzing was growing louder all around her. She hoped it wouldn’t disturb her workmates. Shawna’s skin was vibrating and crackling. She alternated between heaviness and weightlessness. Her legs, ever eager to stretch, were attacked by the creepy crawly sensation of disuse. Shawna’s breathing became quick and shallow. She clawed at the flesh that was turning against her. Shawna realized a change was taking place, as she watched pieces of her old self break apart in her hands.