Escape from the Labyrinth

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It was 2:38 on a Wednesday afternoon when Gregg finally snapped. He ran down the corridors to the supply room and grabbed the tape, Post-Its and folders. Next, it was a shuffled race to the copier. There, in its treasured drawers, waited the means for his escape. But Molly was making copies.

Five minutes later Gregg burst into his cubicle — that cruel rectangle of metal and wall carpet — and began constructing his salvation. Dependent upon his knowledge of old McGuiver episodes he had soon completed it. Paperclip chains connected to yard sticks that made up the frame of the wings. Push pins and Sharpie markers provided the pivot joints. Copy paper, inter-department delivery envelopes and file folders all bound by sticky tack, Post-It glue and hope skinned the frame.

At last, it was time for the escape. Aided by 20 cans of non-flammable cleaning duster Gregg was launched into the air — free from the 4′x6′ confines of his corporate cage — and as he began rising through the air he saw his future not in the face of a clock, but in the imagination of a newly freed soul.