The Job
I was told to enter
one column of figures
into another folder
and so on.
After a few weeks I ran out of numbers.
I sought a supervisor
for guidance,
she just kept repeating:
is there a problem,
is there a problem,
is there a problem?
I will never forget the look of fear
on her face.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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