if you get lost just take my hand

Some Short Fiction from my friend and fellow writer F.C. Fox.

Open Air Insane Asylum

Shane Dunn was fired for bad-think. ‘What have I done?’ he thought as he left his office with a cardboard box containing his personal items. ‘And what in the hell am I going to do now?’ Shane became more and more desperate as he got closer to the last sip of his coffee. He imagined the job listings on LinkedIn. Yes, they were all probably just as boring as his old job, one shitty corporate role after another. He could see them, scrolling in front of his eyes even though there was not a computer in sight and his smart phone was in his jacket pocket. But that didn’t matter any more. All of those corporate jobs were out of reach now. Any search of his name on the internet would show that he was a non-Woke outcast, banished from his global corporation and entirely irredeemable.

“We’re closing, mister,” said…

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