Tuesday 24 August 2010

5

- High on the 309th, Stateler, Tel reclined and wondered when he'd return to the freedom of the floor. His little temporary living cubicle had been his home for two months short of three years. It was easy money with little time to spend it, but it was exhausting. He wanted to board a flight and get the fuck out of Esplinade. Enough time had surely elapsed. One month's notice had to be given to an outranker before he'd be permitted to leave. If he left before that, they wouldn't give him a digit of the money they owed him. Tel had to time his move carefully.

As soon as he closed his eyes for longer than a second he felt sleep take-over, a fast succession of images taking him from waking reality -

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