January 16, 2019
‘It’s in the box,’ she said, her tone, leaning towards awe, has the edginess of an incantation, as if a spell had been cast. A page wafted down into the maws of the box in front of her. With a sense of finality, she folded the flaps into place, sealed the package, and returned it to her carrier bag: a task completed, a burden lifted, she could now stand taller. Filling a cup from the water cooler she drank deeply and sighed, then collected her bags and walked away. The photocopier next to the desk hummed quietly into the silence.