The Refusal-Final Draft
The Refusal Mitch A flightless bird chirped incessantly in the darkened room, shattering the peaceful silence. Mitch lay motionless in his bed, trying to orient himself and understand what kind of creature could be making such an invasive noise. It took more than the customary heartbeats to determine that the sound was not a confused, morning lark, but his Android whose alarm was now chirping with increasing urgency. Mitch groaned as he heaved his body over the side of the bed, reaching for his cell phone, before making his way to the bathroom to take a hot shower. Moving his fingers ever so slightly as he gazed towards the ceiling, he calculated how many hours it would be before his day would be over and he could sit in a Jacuzzi sipping a glass of bourbon. He sighed heavily, flipping through the messages on his phone, as he waited for the water to warm. He already had four texts regarding his trip to Arizona this morning. He tossed the phone onto a folded ...