He stood atop the stairs, the clock ticking closer to 8. Work wouldn't believe he was sick again.
He held the banister, rocking his weight on the top step. He couldn't face another day.
He was running out of time.
It'd be worth it.
He let go.
Entry to zapfic - inspired by a friend, who never wants to go to work, and recently hurt his leg, this prompt got me wondering...