#103 Break

There is an itching underneath my skin but my frantic scratching does nothing to relieve it.

Suddenly, I feel something move underneath my fingertips.

Is my mind playing tricks on me? It has been a long day.

The breakroom is empty. I take an early break. But the itching… The itching won’t stop. Then, I see it: my skin spasms as if maggots are squirming underneath. I build up the courage to take a knife from the cabinet; it glints in the harsh TL light.

I cut open the skin with trembling hands. It readily gives way and reveals… Nothing.