Flash Fiction #101 (Exactly 101 Words): Room One-Oh-One

Five decades ago, after graduating from business school, I worked at a company run by Mr. Jenkins, a sadistic asshole whose office number was 101, reminding me of room one-oh-one from Nineteen Eighty-Four, still one of my favorite novels. That room, a torture chamber, represents female sexuality according to some ultra-Freudian essay I read after starting that job; the number 101 looks like a vagina, don’t you know, plus all men crave women and will go through hell to fuck them. I’m a gay guy, so, yeah, whatever.

Anyway, I hope Jenkins, who died in Nineteen Eighty-Five, had never gotten laid.

Copyright © 2021 by David V. Matthews

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