The air conditioner in his office is off, its faceplate still missing. No chairs, so Fran and I stand, answering his questions. Then he and I speak alone.
No heated words, this time. No aggrieved tones. Quiet voices. He asks me to consider his offer; it’s a kind one.
But I can’t accept it. With that, five-plus years of working for YABC come to an end.
blue sky departure… night school denouement
Photo by Andrew Amistad
first published in Image Curve, February 6, 2020
for dVerse Poets OpenLinkNight #259 (pubtended by Grace)
The Pub is still open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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