Define "Work"

Eh.

I

Stare out the

Window.

Nails clicking,

Foot tapping,

Mind churning.

He 

Stares at his

Paperwork.

Pencil scribbling,

Pages ruffling,

Mind churning.

"When are you

Going to start

Working?"

He says to me.

I Turn,

Smile.

"I already am."

Author's Note

I got bored so I wrote this.

Reviews

[Robin]

work is in the eye of the beholder :) love it

[Crusaderscross]

Really cool write. Enjoyed reading it. Reminds me of me actually. Good job.

[Ed Hart]

in the cane fields they didn't ask us when we were going to start working, or if we were