Not Much Was Said

July 24, 2022
Nothing More, Nothing Less

As seconds exchanged the hours into the evening, the office became a bar. Alone watching those younger trade stiffness and worries for a loose freedom streamed from an endless tap.

I thought venomously of their delight.

That’s until my eyes were pulled into the vortex of hers. She sat only two seats away; how wasn’t I pulled in sooner? She raised her cocktail, motioning for me.

The fluidity of the drinks replicated the conversation, bottomless. 

She left alongside those younger, soon only silence and I remained.

In my silence, a smile formed. Not much was said. 

Exactly what I needed.

Harrison Peck

Writer, Reader, Traveler, Coffee Drinker, Donut Dunker Extraordinaire

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