Drabble: Death by Lysol
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disturbinglynicTitle: Death by Lysol
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
Word Count: 229
Warnings: death. humor (though that may just be me). gen.
Summary: Death by Lysol.
Copyright: Characters and story are mine. Any similarities to people living or dead is coincidence. Please do not take, and do not distribute without credit and permission.
A/N: So, the other day at work someone sprayed a heck of a lot of Lysol and I had to stand outside for like an hour (while running in to get the phone). Then when I woke up the next morning I felt like the living dead. Anywho, this story is not what happened. But my boss (who knows what I write) said he wanted me to write a 'Death by Lysol' story, and well, I kind of wanted to.
Written for prompt #353. Intoxicating. from the list for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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A hush had fallen over the building. The phones weren’t ringing, people weren’t talking, and she couldn’t hear anyone typing away at their computers. There wasn’t even the squeak of someone shifting in their chair.
A hissing sound broke through the silence. It was coming from the floor above. She looked up and found one of the guys spraying Lysol around. It seemed like he used practically the entire can. It smelled like it too, and that was not good. Allergies had made her sensitive to all smells.
Where she was situated, there was no access to fresh air. The Lysol was suffocating. She could barely breathe, and she began to cough. A headache bloomed, but all she could feel was anger. How could someone be so inconsiderate as to spray practically an entire can of Lysol? How did he know that there wasn’t someone in the building who was allergic to it?
The coughing was growing steadily worse. She was having trouble taking in breaths. There was water in front of her, but she couldn’t stop coughing long enough to take a sip. People were gathering around her now, but there was nothing anyone could do. She heard someone calling for paramedics, but it was already too late.
Darkness crept into her vision and she embraced it. It beat having to get up for this job every day.
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG
Word Count: 229
Warnings: death. humor (though that may just be me). gen.
Summary: Death by Lysol.
Copyright: Characters and story are mine. Any similarities to people living or dead is coincidence. Please do not take, and do not distribute without credit and permission.
A/N: So, the other day at work someone sprayed a heck of a lot of Lysol and I had to stand outside for like an hour (while running in to get the phone). Then when I woke up the next morning I felt like the living dead. Anywho, this story is not what happened. But my boss (who knows what I write) said he wanted me to write a 'Death by Lysol' story, and well, I kind of wanted to.
Written for prompt #353. Intoxicating. from the list for
500themesA hush had fallen over the building. The phones weren’t ringing, people weren’t talking, and she couldn’t hear anyone typing away at their computers. There wasn’t even the squeak of someone shifting in their chair.
A hissing sound broke through the silence. It was coming from the floor above. She looked up and found one of the guys spraying Lysol around. It seemed like he used practically the entire can. It smelled like it too, and that was not good. Allergies had made her sensitive to all smells.
Where she was situated, there was no access to fresh air. The Lysol was suffocating. She could barely breathe, and she began to cough. A headache bloomed, but all she could feel was anger. How could someone be so inconsiderate as to spray practically an entire can of Lysol? How did he know that there wasn’t someone in the building who was allergic to it?
The coughing was growing steadily worse. She was having trouble taking in breaths. There was water in front of her, but she couldn’t stop coughing long enough to take a sip. People were gathering around her now, but there was nothing anyone could do. She heard someone calling for paramedics, but it was already too late.
Darkness crept into her vision and she embraced it. It beat having to get up for this job every day.
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Date: 2011-07-03 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-03 05:19 pm (UTC)Thank you ♥
It is definitely very silly.
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Date: 2011-07-04 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-04 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-16 04:49 pm (UTC)very cute story
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Date: 2011-07-16 06:13 pm (UTC)Thanks!
Kind of fun for my first ever original :)