“This green grass is blocking my view,” Protested Sunder.
“You are here to work. You are not paid to look outside. Number of mistakes per day are creeping up. I want your full concentration on work,” announced his manager.
Sunder’s desk is in the ground floor of the imposing red brick building. He was lucky to have a window seat. Monotony of working on spreadsheets used to be broken, when he looked out of the window. Not any more. Sunder can hear but cannot see outside. Like a curtain, green grass has blocked his view, his sense of freedom.
Word count : 94
This is an effort to write aflash fiction with the Friday fictioneers, using picture prompt provided by host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.