I must confess, I struggled today but here goes:
In a burst of frenetic inertia, Spellow flopped down on the sofa and lazily flicked through the Netflix menu. “No, no, seen it, seen it and crap, no, no, perhaps, if I can’t find better, no, not again, no…” and then the strength in his finger absconded, his eyelids developed the weight of dumbbells and he was asleep.
When he awoke, the shadows outside had lengthened, but the sun still hurled fury.
“This heat,” he complained as he peeled off a sticky T-shirt. “I’m not built for this infernal post. Why did the firm have to give Dale the Canada job?”
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.