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)
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Frank J. Tassone 
Sometimes those endings are beginnings. Good luck!
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An important conversation captured in so few words Frank! It feels like there’s a door opening to welcome the new 🍀
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Some jobs are too difficult to perform.
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I can only guess what that offer was… but some jobs you have to give up. I hope for many good beginnings instead.
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