Sink

He sits there. Deep in the groove of it, his leather chair cradles him tight. No need to get up, for all that is needed lies within reach: Device in hand, water on side table. If it weren’t for waste management reasons, he might remain cradled for a long time. The Device is games, email, messages. It’s also news, drama, tragedy, and a strange window into the world.

In the distance, a faded to-do list reads:

• Take the dog for a walk.
• Water the plants.
• Start anew.

“I’ll get to it later”, he thinks to himself.

Slowly the leather chair expands, and expands, then violently contracts, our gentleman having been swallowed whole.