Giants

(Josie Sayz: This is just part of a story, inspired by work. I’m not really interested in writing anymore, right now, so I thought I would post hat I have. Maybe I ill feel like returning to it, one day. My ADD is playing up a lot right now and making me bounce from one thing to another and lose interest in things easily, so I don’t see myself wanting to finish it anytime soon. I have sat down with the intention several times, but nothing comes to fruition.)

 

Fingers tapped on the keys of keyboards, as six people sat around their desks in the centre of their office. Sunlight flickered in through the glass front wall. All heads were focused on their dual screens, as several passers-by gawked at them, from the window. Josie, the red head sat in the corner, closest to the corridor door, shuddered as a child thumped his fist against the window. She flickered a glance to her right, to see her two colleagues, Hannah and Curtis, sat beside her typing away. Opposite her, the three other members of staff, Kelly, Hayley and Luke, also appeared unaffected by the child’s actions. Josie flickered her eyes down and returned to typing. The six worked on in silence for some time, with the rhythmical taping of their keyboard keys and the soft songs of the radio as the room’s only sounds.

Thud. The room vibrated. Thud. The windows rattled in their frames. Thu-thud-thud. A photo frame danced across the shelf. “The giants are awake,” muttered Curtis, the blond man, sat at the end of Josie’s row. Groans were muttered. Thud. Thud. Thud. Hannah’s coffee slopped over the edge of her mug. Growing through gritted teeth, Hannah spun around on her chair and tugged a square of kitchen roll from the tube on the bookcase, behind Josie, and mopped up her coffee puddle. “Sshhh,” hissed Curtis. “They’ll hear you.”

“They can’t hear me,” Hannah scoffed. Bang. Smash! Josie jumped, with a gasp.

“What was that?” gasped Hayley.

“You’ve really done it now Hannah,” Curtis warned.

“What?” Hannah exclaimed. “You’re talking louder than I growled,” she declared.

“They can sense your negativity towards them,” Curtis told her.

“You growled and now one of our plates in the kitchen is broken.”

“Remember what happened to Paulina,” warned Kelly.

“Who’s Paulina?” asked Luke, the newest to the group.

“Exactly,” Curtis grinned, with a nod. “Exactly indeed.”

 

- Josie -