Friday wound up amidst sighs of relief. The nondescript system administrator walked out quietly, clutching her tote and staring at her nondescript shoes. No one waved goodbye. No one invited her for drinks. No one ever did.
Monday shocked the entire office. None of the logins worked, the systems were infected with virus, the entire week’s backup had been deleted, and the system administrator was missing.
In the café across the square, she waited phone in hand.
The enquiry took almost a month.
When they asked her why she did it, her deadpan reply was ‘because nobody ever calls me’.
In Response to: Friday Fictioneers of 5th May 2017
Photo Prompt by Sandra Crook