Team Building Weekend

Brian from accounts is lying on top of me.

At work he approaches my desk soundlessly. Says ‘Alright honey pie?’ in a low nasal drawl. I spend most of my working days thinking about knocking him out with a hole punch.

Wales hasn’t bonded us.

We want to escape the cold.
Go home.

But I slipped. My ankle has doubled in size. I can’t move my leg.
The others have gone for help. Brian stayed and suggested he lie on top to keep each other warm. Actually a good idea.

They’ve been gone hours. His breath smells like fish pie.

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