Empty Ester lost her head, once a prominent fixture on her shoulders, air lingers there instead. She blamed the loss on her stubborn boss who demanded too much of her vapid thoughts.
“Find me the ‘Nail’ file,” he had said to her. “It’s the one after “O” called ‘Oblivious.’”
She should have known not to ponder the contents of “Oblivious,” the mere thought of which, caused her head to explode.
I’m participating in Lillie McFerrin’s weekly Five Sentence Fiction challenge. This week’s prompt – Empty.