Title: Passing Redundancy
Prompt: 065 - Passing
Word Count: 100
Rating: G

There were never verbal exchanges when they passed each other in the halls, though there were other ways through which they could convey meaning. Her favorite method was a subtle collision at the shoulder; that way, it would appear as an accident. He preferred to keep his hands clean, and so a glare saturated with loathing sent her way would suffice.

But these tasks soon became wearisome for both parties. Collisions became nudges and glares became bored glances. What was the worth of touching and looking because of hatred? What was the point when even redundancy had lost its appeal?