Noah’s steps as he trudged to the Ark were slow –
almost deliberate. This time of the day was unusually balmy and pleasant, when
in most days it would be hot, and sweat would break out even before he stepped
into the Ark.
The scan clocks were oddly vacant this morning
as he timed in and the elevator only had a few sleep-stoned souls toting
their breakfast to work. The unlit office at the 12th floor was eerily empty except for one obsessed dude with eyes glued to the monitor unmindful of
Noah’s presence.
Noah heats up the coffeemaker for one more brew before he
brings the stained mug to his lips for the goodbye kiss, and the hot black Arabica
pauses as it trickles down his throat as if to whisper - “miss you.”
It may have seemed just another day were it not for the
fact that this was Noah’s last day at work and the close of another memorable
chapter in his life. One major milestone reached, one more trophy in the bag
and another book of memoirs sealed before Noah sets sail for yet another
exciting journey into the unknown.
Zachy & I will miss seeing you at the counter every morning lowlow:(
ReplyDeletei dunno why im starting to miss you already :(
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