With the Passing of Time

Beset Ague (beau geste drabble)

Posted on: May 7, 2008

Beau geste is perhaps the most uninspiring phrase ever, so I decided to use an anagram.

It came upon her in a sudden rush of fevered chills. One moment she was typing in member data, the next she was slumped over her keyboard, cradling her head in her hands. How she got home that afternoon she still can’t remember.

Waking up several hours later cocooned in a thick comforter, she still shivered uncontrollably. Her clothes were drenched in sweat and her limbs felt injected with lead, heavy and stiff and painful. I think I’m dying, she moaned, slowly getting to her feet and turning on the lamp, burning her eyes. Quietly whimpering, she called in sick.

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