|Copyright -Claire Fuller|
It’s the craving that hits you in the middle of work. Making you nauseous, dizzy and shaky. It’s hard to concentrate and irritation sets in. Carpet making be damned! Who made this rule of no smoking at work? I don’t care if your pile is produced by techniques similar to those used in making velvet or chenille. Least interested in your Renaissance architectural and floral patterns.
I KNOW HOW TO SMOKE WITHOUT MAKING A MESS.
I burn with rage and turn to an empty workshop. I must leave again. They won’t ever believe my explanation of a spontaneous exothermic reaction.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100