And now for something refreshingly not about games…
Esquire’s fiction contest this year challenged time-challenged writers to pack a story into 78 words. No, I didn’t win that trip to Aspen with Oprah… But I actually liked the timbre of what I finally came up with. Alas, this intro is longer than the story. And so:
Shady Nate, VP of Business That Runs Itself, has a desk photo: Sweet but sassy wife, plump uncrying infant. Finally joining the tyranny of the clueless happy.
Then: A diagnosis.
Meadows become minefields. Every word a restrained scream. Director of Performance Improvement. Bourbon postpones the Bang.
Misrouted email: Niral, in Finance, in thong, smartphone aimed at her hotel mirror. Meant for a luckier Nathaniel, in Sales.
The artifact lets Nate let go. A balloon drifts over the cemetery.