Off the Chart. James Hall

      Thorn let go of the air that had been building in his lungs.

      ‘Yeah, that’s what I thought.’

      ‘Was that some kind of test, Thorn?’

      ‘What do you mean?’

      ‘Because I thought we were a little past the testing phase.’

      ‘We are,’ he said. ‘It’s just that sometimes, your job, all the shit you put up with every day, I wonder if you wouldn’t be happier retired.’

      ‘You’d sell all this so I could retire?’