Large black sharpie’d Xs across the weekdays of the last week
That was when he’d last worked.
It was strange, picking up the phone.
Vickie in ‘management’ saying they were closing ‘temporarily…Until we see what’s what.”
One hundred twenty seven days since that call.
All the things since then.
Vacations, birthday parties, the 5K in July.
All those evaporated in the wake of the shutdowns.
Even now, still waiting be be called back.
The worry that he might never go back to the office, with all those people he thought he despised.