Just Keep an Eye On Things — Flash Fiction

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He sat in the booth, alone. Two seats beside him lay empty. Soft, translucent rubber cushions belied the cold metal beneath.

He had sat long enough that the rubber no longer provided comfort. It felt as hard and lifeless beneath him as the panels of lights he did not understand, as the halted gauges that had not marked progress for many hours now.