The Work Hazard

Fiction by Sean Kenealy

No one was quite sure what to make of Mary Whemple’s behavior. For the past two weeks, she had spent all of her lunch breaks standing at the entrance of her office building, arms spread, eyes closed, and her wrinkled face tilted to the sky. Mary was still as she could be for the entire forty-five minutes of each break, looking like a lobotomized sunbath…