the moth picture

one picture turned the break into an incident.

somebody in chat sent me a moth with its wings open. the caption said look who came to visit. i looked at it for half a second and put my chair against the door. this is why jokes need a floor plan.

there were sixty-four things between me and the exit, counting the toaster named martha, the trash can, and the cup yuru left beside my keyboard. i moved none of them. the blender hummed once from the kitchen and i told it this was not its night.

rick from facilities knocked and asked if i needed help. i said, "there is a moth in the building." he said the picture was not in the building. i said that was not how evidence worked.

he opened the door anyway. i saw the hall, the fire extinguisher, and one dark mark on the wall. the mark lifted one wing and i started to grab rick's sleeve when the toaster behind me clicked open and something inside began to crawl out.