Daily story, August 3, 2025

Eventually the boss relented and gave us half a day off on Sundays. Tom pulled the thorns from under his fingernails and Jane put a salve where the ropes had rubbed him raw. Half of us thought it was wrong to lay hands on him; the other half thought it was wrong to stop when he’d given us so little. None of us were happy. But next time, we’d have half a Sunday to think.