Bitter Water

Editor back-issues, fiction

short fiction by Diana Adams
([email]dianasadams [at] shaw [dot] ca[/email])

‘You are late again….’ He stood too close to me, and tapped at his watch.

‘Only five minutes, that doesn’t count as late does it?’ I thought of all the extra hours I had put in, carefully carving the chocolate clock. The clock, made entirely out of Callebaut Dark, actually functioned and hung in sugary perfection on the wall.

According to my watch I wasn’t late at all. His watch was too fast, but I wouldn’t say that. I had learned the fine art of being quiet, kissing ass, and working in humble silence; for I was an apprentice doomed to 6,000 hours of subservience in order to get my accreditation.

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