Notes: For primeval100: challenge 313: Full moon
Lester entered his office and stared. Then blinked. Then stared again.
Bloody office parties.
Every flat surface- walls, ceiling, even the desk- had been wallpapered with photocopies of bared arses. They weren’t all the same, he realised, which meant that there had been at least four conspirators. One of which he recognised.
Lester smiled; it must have taken them ages. He should be angry but, as annoying as it was going to be to get rid of it all, he couldn’t hold back his laughter.
It brought a whole new meaning to ‘full moon’, he thought, taking a closer look.