Drowning

a "Quantum Leap" drabble written for kyburg in the Yuletide Challenge

by Amy L. Hull

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"Al, you said ...just the one day. Just the one. That was three months ago." The dark office reeked of stale liquor and unwashed human.

"Do you see Sam anywhere? Have you talked to him? Found a way to get him back?" The gravelly voice was harsh-edged with bitterness.

"No, sir," Gushy barely whispered.

"Then leave me the fuck alone until you do your fucking job!" This time the voice went shrill with fury and grief.

The bottle clinked, glass against glass, and liquid sloshed. There was a gulp and a ragged exhale, and Gushy returned to the impossible equations.