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The office Twitterati are determined to hound me into the ground. When I walk through the open office I feel them watching, watching, tweeting, tweeting. Occasionally I catch someone’s eye; they return my gaze without blinking; I hear their infrasonic refrain, “Die, die, bastard, die.”
At my desk, behind the bullet-proof, one-way glass, I log in, activate the office-spy software, read their unsuspecting vitriol. I now know who the tweetleaders are, the ones who will benefit most from my going.
I confront them; denials are forthcoming. I make threats; they laugh.
Tomorrow I will set the cat among the canaries.
Written on a Wednesday in response to the weekly 100 word Friday Fictioneers challenge found here. Go have a peep.
patrickprinsloo 
I think this guy needs another job. Being the office spy is not good for his mental health. I’d love to read the follow up instalment though, of the cat dancing with the canaries.
Thanks Sarah Ann. They’re all mad there anyhow. Next instalment: feathers for sale.
Uh, oh. This can’t end well. I’m glad I don’t work in that office. Good writing, Patrick. —- Suzanne
Thanks Suzanne.
Twitterati… brilliant!
Thank you.
Boy, did you ever catch the present times in 100-words! Very nicely done.
Thanks Alicia.
Love this… It has gotten frightfully out of hand…
It has. Time for action.
I think this is what it feels to work at the FBI at the moment.
I’m sorry but I’m not allowed to say anything more.
Lovely neologism ( at the cost of being repetitive).
It is, but it’s well established in the language this side of the pond.
Office Twitterati. Love it.
Thank you.
Dear Patrick,
Twitteratti is a great word. Ah modern times.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Modern times, hard times. Come again no more.
Patrick, I LOVE this. And Twitteratti — terrific! Yes, there’s a lot of spying going on in corporate America. Why do you think I retired???
Wonderful!
If you told me you’d haffta shoot me.
The title says everything. We have become mobile toting, social media zombies.
Time for change, possibly.
I love the word Twiterati!
It just says what it is. A beautiful word.
Why did he need the bullet proof glass? I mean, the twitteratis are not criminals per se, right ?
This is a fictional account of a scene that takes place in a post-apocolyptic world in 2018. Head for the hills.
Oh wow! Thanks for explaining that. I can appreciate your story better now .
Twitterati – is such a apt word,
Thank you.
“Twitterati.” I like it.
Thank you. But not one of mine.
What a society we’ve become!
Indeed. But it’ll get better one day.