New Horizons.
He looked upon
that familiar, now abandoned, space, Seeing it with new eyes.
The faded twill
seat, worn shiny on one side where his left arm had rested firmly over the
years. The dark green phone, silent now.
The lighter ring of wood where the varnish had been worn away by the mug, which had always stood there, bearing his son's image at the age of seven; his eldest grandchild is now that same age.
There were dark patches in the dust where his blotter pad had rested for twenty years, where the absence of a mouse mat, computer and keyboard completed a set.
There were dark patches in the dust where his blotter pad had rested for twenty years, where the absence of a mouse mat, computer and keyboard completed a set.
It looked
alien and empty now. Yet he knew his life
had been travelling inexorably towards this moment of parting. The bin was full of papers, thumbtacks, paper clips, and chewed pencil stubs; all the detritus of his
working life but he didn't care.
He closed the door a final time without looking back, consciously resisting the urge to turn off the lights.
He closed the door a final time without looking back, consciously resisting the urge to turn off the lights.
"Heh
heh. Retirement!"
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