091/365 11/20/2025

Finally Friday. Stephens started his regular routine: 

“Hoo boy. Big plans this weekend, Davis?” He waited for the normal response of Lego and nerd games and some time with the cat, but Davis didn’t respond. He continued apace, “Gonna get up all in that nerd gaming, probably. I hear ya. Kill some orcs, grab the treasure, kiss a princess. Me? I got a fine little hottie waiting for me in Burbank. She’s already made the margaritas and has them chilling poolside.” He stood up. “Got my swimsuit and go bag in the car, I’m ready to fly.” He turned his attention across the cubicle wall to peer down at Davis and lord his life over the man as he had done so many Fridays before.

Davis sat slumped in his chair, his chin doubled and eyes staring. He had a pale look about him that was worse than usual. 

“Hey, buddy. You feeling ok?”