"That's it," said the man at the PC. "Done!"
"Are you certain?" countered the gray-bearded gentleman approaching. "After all these years, this is what you want?"
"Sure, Boss. The job's gotten smaller and frankly the people have become kind of a pain in the ass. I need to look for new challenges."
"Well, then I approve it. But using Craig's List to outsource?"
"I found a guy named Donald Trump. Certainly has the hubris. 'Til he shows up, I'll just keep it in this orange bucket."
"Fine, Atlas," said Mighty Zeus. "But if he screws up, I'm gonna come back to you!"
The above is my contribution to this week's Fantastic Flying Friday Fictioneers' Flash Fiction Foray. And in addition to being able to say that fast three times, I have this week come within two words of hitting the prescribed 100 word maximum I typically bypass week after week with aplomb wholly uncharacteristic of me.
Maybe not exactly worth a Kennedy Center Honor, but it ought to be worth something.
See you next week!