You know the feeling: sitting in a three-hour meeting on a Friday afternoon, squirming in frustration because you have a batch of emails you need to send out before the end of the work week, but feeling your motivation drain away by the minute as your boss drones on. Your colleagues all seem to go rigid as they attempt to keep their eyes open, and your spirit starts panting for a drink, any drink. Time slows to a stand-still.
ANGRY GOD emerges from that meeting. It's enough to make you Old-Testament-style angry, isn't it? This story appeared in Fictive Dream in August, 2018.
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