Broken Hearts Repair And Replacement Inc.I like my office dark. Just the dim light of a single lamp on my desk. I work better this way. Keeps me focused. Intent on the project before me. Outside my office it’s daytime. Perhaps close to noon? I couldn’t know for sure. No windows in here. No clocks as I don’t care much for keeping track of time either. It only serves to rush things, and my work is far too important to be rushed.Broken Hearts Repair And Replacement Inc.6 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
I work at Broken Hearts Repair and Replacement, Inc. I’m one of several thousand in the maintenance department. It’s my job to… Well, I think the main gist of it is described fairly well in the title of the company. Every year billions of hearts pour into our factory warehouse in boxes to be inspected, and if need be, repaired. In extreme conditions replaced.
My chair creaked as I sat and pulled close to my desk; my belly lightly smacking against the drawer. As usual, there was a box waiting for me. I pulled the razor blade from my belt and slit the tape. The flaps po