Cicada sat at his cold steel desk, slowly rocking on his uncomfortable chair. He looked out of the tiny window placed awkwardly between the clock and the billboard; massive featureless buildings blocked out all sunlight, leaving the streets below dark and grimy only lit up by the occasional shop sign.
Cicada was called to the boss’s office on the loudspeaker, he walked into the dim damp office; pieces of plaster peeled of the walls revealing the copper pipes inside “Yes” said Cicada practically whispering “There’s no easy way to say this” said the boss masking his glee “your contract ends today, don’t come in tomorrow”
“But Cicada need home, Cicada need money”
“SILENCE” shouted the boss slamming his fist down on the table his knuckles white with rage “This is your last day!” and with that, Cicada left the room.
The whole office was staring at him, in a few seconds the whole office erupted into a cacophony of jeers and taunts he was being pushed from side to side having curses thrown at him, then, finally, he got to the safety of his desk but found his computer smashed and on the floor slowly he began to write spending the rest of his day scrawling the remaining information on some paper.
Cicada needed the toilet, he had tried to hold it in till the end of the day but he was desperate. Now standing by the lift (after having continuously tried to press the button) he waited for someone else to come in who could reach the button. Finally, someone came, an obviously well of woman who was quite important in the company’s hierarchy, she looked at him, disgusted, Cicada got this a lot, nobody thought he was worth anything let alone liked him.
Cicada waddled down the street before being whisked away by the constant flow of people. When he finally got to the closest place he hurried through the restaurant to a horrible freezing unhygienic place they called a toilet and did his business knowing that he’d have to wait even longer at the bottom, work would be finished by the time he would get his stuff meaning they could get him, they could hurt him and no one could stop them!
Cicada stood in the lift his body full of anticipation, would they be there? Would they hurt him? The lift doors opened… nobody, he slowly crept out towards his desk then suddenly he felt someone tackle him from one side, they were here! He felt a barrage of punches and kicks from all directions; Cicada curled himself up, hoping to protect himself from all their massive limbs: it didn’t work.
Tired and sad, Cicada limped up the seemingly never-ending stairs to the roof. “Time to say goodbye,” he thought as he stood on the edge of the building, his little green body fell of revealing a beautiful, crimson body matching the sunset as he flew of.
What happened to him, we will never know.