Medusa hissed out a sigh as she watched the contractors. Her throne still wasn't right. She knew she shouldn't micromanage. She should let them get on with their work and not get in their way. Partially because she had hired them for their expertise, but mostly because her presence required them to work blindfolded.
"No," she finally snapped. "I need more lumbar support. I get a lot of pain where the snake tail joins my back. The seat needs to bend more! You know what? Why don't you take off the blindfold and I can show you what I mean?"
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Everyday Drabbles
Short StoryA drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.
