This Is Too Strange
The Blue Nib, April 2020
Alice taps on the door. She has taken what she calls the “slow walk” to Jackson’s office, through the corridor, across the landing and down a flight of steps. It gives her time to think what she will say to him. And how she will say it. You get only one chance with Jackson before he sighs with boredom or barely concealed impatience.
‘Come in,’ Jackson calls out.
Her boss, Jackson – a man who is so good-looking students leave messages for him on the university assignment pages which the IT person has to intercept and discard – is lying on the floor, on his back. He is tall and his body almost fills the floor space.