Short Story: Shuffle.

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“Dammit.” This reports going to take the whole bloody day. Why do I do this? Why am I here?

“He’s calling you into his office.” A colleague with general information as he passed by. I wouldn’t be irritated if it wasn’t for that smirk on his face, bastard.

Walking into ‘his’ office everything slows down. I suddenly know what’s going to happen and I smile. Eternity in a moment. I’m sitting down and he’s moving his lips but I already know what he’s going to say and then Radiohead starts to play… Radiohead and Sigur Ros. It was like having my iPod on Shuffle but the music was blending together.

It also wasn’t music…

It was all visual… I was both climbing a mountain and sailing the ocean at the same time with the voice of Thom Yorke pushing me up the mountain at the same time as the slow glacial music of Sigur Ros pushed wind into my sails.

“Are you listening to me? Why do you have that blank stare on your face? This is serious.”

It sounds like ice cream, feels like a sunset, looks like Beethoven’s ninth. I see the summit and feel the waves beneath me. What is this?

“Okay, it doesn’t look like I’m getting through… Hello? We have to let you go… I’m sorry. You can’t work here anymore.”

I’m smiling and I stand and walk out. I realised that for the last six months I’ve only ever thought about work and each day was singular. And now I realise that this was what I needed. I didn’t stop at my desk, I didn’t look back. I was outside with a smile. Floating on music and climbing my future.

I was free.

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