TimVechik

The End. The wind blew quietly through the building, past empty desks, long since abandoned. A tumbleweed lay side-by-side with a dot matrix printer, both slowly decomposing where they sat. Dust lay thickly everywhere, obscuring telephones and monitors, calendars and inboxes. Little trails flowed like little rivers, following the blowing debris that created them. As you view this sad scene, you’re forced to ask yourself: what happened? The Beginning. Damon sat at his desk working. Well, he liked to think of what he was doing as work… after all, who would know the difference? Anyway, he was sitting at his desk, staring blankly a