One More

By Tee Morse

Sisy stared at the screen, poring over documents for even the tiniest of errors. The task was arduous, but one more review and she was free.

Sisy usually liked staying busy. A rolling stone gathered no moss, and her metaphorical stone was in constant motion. Still, she needed a break from the computer. Lately, this felt less like a job and more like some divine, unending punishment.

Ping! Another email from her boss, which meant another document to review before she could leave. Sisy sighed but opened the document and starting working. After all, one more review and she was free.