Satisfaction
Satisfaction By XoYo Somewhere down the hall a vacuum cleaner came to a whining stop. The sound of metal bins clanked together by heavy-handed cleaners came and went. Armitage blinked, trying to make his eyes feel less gritty. The numbers and letters remained simply numbers and letters, refusing to succumb to his brain's attempt to make sense of them. Maybe coffee would help, he decided. If not, at least it would give him an excuse to get up and move around a bit. ...