“Seriously,” Jenn said, holding up the goop-laden cup, sticky brown liquid coursing over her hand, “what does corporate think coffee looks like?”
Walter sighed. Reclined in his chair, he threw his ball up in the air, watching it bounce against the ceiling.
“I’m sure if you sent a complaint,” he said, “they’ll get right on it.”
“Right on it.” Jenn rolled her eyes. “Six months time, then?”
“If we’re lucky.”
“And if we tell them productivity’s down twelve percent?”
“Layoffs.” The ball landed in his outstretched hand and he tossed it up again. “And because of budget cuts, no new coffee for sixteen months.”
Jenn shook her head. “Stupid corporate.”
She picked her up cup and went to the window. The Earth was rising, just over the grey, rocky horizon, a blue light amongst the canvas of stars.
“They’ve got no idea what it’s like out here.”
Word Count: 147
This is for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and artycaptures.wordpress.com for providing the photo prompt!