The following piece of flash fiction is from Morgen’s larger short story collection (250 stories), Fifty 5pm Fictions Collection, available in eBook and paperback from Amazon and Morgen’s online store where you can not only instantly download the collection but also purchase the paperback dedicated to you or as a present! We hope you enjoy this story…
You’re trying your hardest not to smile. For months you’ve been waiting for this moment, holding off getting another job ’til the last minute. Another week and you’d have had to resign, no longer able to resist the pay increase, the drop in travelling, the bigger car. Now you have the new contract and redundancy, and you want to dance around the office… with Helena, had she still been here.
You feel sorry for Jeffrey, really you do. You weren’t here at the beginning but you’ve read it all, know the company’s history; the clichéd one-man-band’s rags to riches… and now back again.
Something tells you to pack slowly, despite you wanting just to throw it all in the box and leg it, go down the pub and start the bender you’ve been promising yourself for weeks. But for Jeffrey, you stay, place each item side-by-side as if family heirlooms, show them the respect you’ve shown your boss… ex-boss in… you look at the clock… fifteen minutes.
Finally the box is full. You debate whether to say ’til 5 but no one else has, so you balance the box under your left arm, grab your jacket from the stand, and head for Jeffrey’s office.
You knock on the door although you know you’re not interrupting.
“Night, Jeffrey,” you say, and you’re sure you see tears in his eyes.