“Kelly,” pleaded Perrault over the intercom, “I need eight. Eight more today.” Piezoelectric static contaminated his request. I did not respond. Undeterred by silence, he continued, “Sequence of eight, Kelly. I need it. Can't you? Oh Kelly. Just eight. Please... It’s important, Kelly, that I get this. I can …
Larry
Larry was on evocation. Four months on, four months off, give or take. On the last day of work, Larry hung his suit jacket on its rack. It should have been four months before he slipped it back over his arms and wings to return to the office. One missed …