Working Through It ✦ Part Three
In which two local pariahs are matched as the night time janitorial staff.
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Author’s Note:
Welcome back to From the Vault. Herein lies the final part of my story, Working Through It. You can find part two here, in case you missed it. Please subscribe to keep an eye out for more of my short fiction and novel updates! xo
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“Well, the good news is, we’re not trapped forever.”
Reese groaned, burying her face in her hands. “What are you talking about?”
“My buddy, Wally, you remember him,” he offered her an apologetic grimace, posting himself on the floor across from her. “He makes me walkie him every morning when I get home. If he doesn’t get a walkie, he’ll come looking.”
“What?”
He’d said it all so casually, as though it made perfect sense, and when it didn’t, he sighed and began to unbutton his jumpsuit, air growing heavier and muffler as the sun undoubtedly rose outside.
“Wally and I went through some major shit last year,” he explained with the wave of his hand. “He worries about me. ‘Specially in this shit hole.” He banged a fist into the ground. The metal racks rattled around them, bleach sloshing a few feet over their heads.
