Purple | A flash fiction story
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“Did you give him the news?” Miss Atlanta asked.
“Well, no,” Coles said, his voice pouring from hidden speakers and filling her office with his nervous stuttering. “I mean, not yet. No.” It was his first week.
Atlanta paced around her desk, rubbing her thumb and her index finger together — an old tic. The new guy wasn’t the only one nervous.