The Twist

by kholinar

Locked myself out of my office on a day when all those with master keys are out at other commitments.

So, over the drop ceiling I go.

Feeling nostalgia and also faint premonitions of lockjaw from sliding over the drywall and between the posts.1

  1. No, I’ll stick with post. My followers would find something clever to say if I used the other name. ↩