“She loves him enough to ask no questions. When he leaves the office for his break she slips inside and cleans up what mess the morning has generated: she sweeps the crumbs from his desk, wipes away the sweat on the wristplate of his computer. She empties the bin, pinches lost hairs from the headrest of his chair, opens the window to disseminate the faint smell of urine. When the men come for meetings in the afternoon at least he will be respectable.”
A short story about a secretary who is in love with her ageing and decrepit boss. Published in Rumble – a flash fiction magazine which is now defunct. Read online via the Internet Archive here.