Iain Kelly

Harry read the specifications. Another Call Centre office block. Thirty years as an architect and he was churning out steel and glass cuboids.

He drew a rectangle. He added a main door in the middle of it. He added oblong walls. More uninspired right angles and straight lines. He sighed and stared out his square window. The sun was setting behind white swirling clouds.

Harry contemplated the clouds. After a few moments he took a fresh sheet of paper and picked up his pencil.

***

‘What the hell is this?’ Harry’s boss waved the drawings in his face. ‘It’s supposed to be a call centre, not a curved…spaceship…circle…thing! What the hell is this?’ he repeated.

‘It’s something a little different,’ offered Harry meekly.

‘Get the hell out of here!’ Harry slumped out the office.

His boss sat back in his chair and looked at the swirls and curves of Harry’s plans. He stared out his window at the ordered rows and uniform lines that made up the city. How many of them had he and his company designed? He looked back at the plans on his desk. Maybe it was time for something a little different.

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