#Afictionalstory

“Unit sixty needs a new look: the interior and the exterior need a new touch.” He concludes with a polite command. His command always comes with a polite tone. Never been a subordinate, you might think an extra day would not hurt: his instruction is a thing that should be taken in. I have been in a position where I thought I would explain only to get an hour lecture on responsibility and respect.

He heads out without a turn, and as soon as he’s out, an utterance from my partner, “just that day but seemed to be the topic of discussion, iconic,” “This new trait is unacceptable. You should get back to groundwork and find a way to treat your distractions.” “I was frustrated, just kept withholding. I guess this was my day to sink. Luckily, the whole issue was not exaggerated.” “Just take it all in,” I respond after a rotation to hear all he has to say. “It was just once…anyway talked about, I am over it.” “Are you? I ask, my stare grained towards him.

He is perplexed and tries to trace his words before the meeting. “Dummy, what led you to all this.” “Oh…no,” guarded, I can’t read his intent. “No, but I am accepting my deadly fate.” He laughs with no trace of frustration.

©Joeln