An Uncanny Satire
You’ve argued with her at the counter. You’ve waited on hold for her supervisor. Tonight, she’ll get a taste of her own medicine.
Libby Frower works at the VA pharmacy, deciding whether veterans get their life-saving prescriptions…or not.
But when she wakes in a concrete maze where every hall leads to another help desk, Libby discovers what it’s like to be trapped inside the system she helped create.
The Bureaucrat is a darkly satisfying tale of karmic justice—perfect for fans of The Twilight Zone, veterans fed up with the system, and anyone else who’s ever wanted to take a chainsaw to a phone tree.
Entrance, read a paper taped to the wall near her. It looked like something someone had printed off in a hurry. Two hyphens and a greater-than sign formed a crude arrow pointing to the gap.
Libby checked left, right. The walls seemed to go on forever. Behind her was another wall, darker in color. It curved out of sight, parallel to the walls in front of her.
“Bizarro,” she said aloud. The air absorbed her words in a way that made her think of talking into a pillow.
“BIZARRO!” she shouted.
No echo. She looked around again. No one in sight, but if there was someone in here with her, they probably wouldn’t be able to hear her shouting.
A dull whumm whumm sounded from somewhere above, and then the air turned on. The sign fluttered.
She checked the pedometer at her wrist. It had GPS in it, maybe it could tell her where she was. She tapped it.
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