Flash Fiction: Office Worker, Dragon Slayer
I was late, as usual. There’s something about mornings that just refuses to let me wake up. I think I’m cursed with dark magic. I ran to catch the bus, but it pulled away from the stop just moments before I reached it. Resigning myself to another day late for work, I sat down to wait for the next bus. Five minutes passed and I was ready to just call in sick. Again. I pulled out…
