Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – One Hundred and Seventy

His computer went down, and the fat man exploded into his secretary’s skinny workspace. She actually thought he might slap her, and his bloodshot eyes gleamed with malice as he hurled abuse. She looked at the big hands that clenched and unclenched on her desk and felt the dawning of hate…

Some hours later, when the technician arrived to fix the computer, he found his client staring into the blackness of an inactive monitor and fixated on something only he could see.

He dialled a number.

“Got another.”

The fat man slid to the floor and lay staring at nothing.

©️jj 2018

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