[Fiction, p2: You’re Okay, But...] Maybe the approaching storm with its cloudy grays and swaying roadbed caused it. Traffic seemed slow enough that even going backwards would have been progress. Drifting back to yesterday’s shock, I tried to make sense of what should have been a happy moment. Our building concierge, Mr. Webb, called that I had a visitor in the lobby. I asked that he send the gentleman up. “Ah, Mark I think you should come down.” That was all he would say, though he didn’t bother to hide the irritation in his voice. My office is on the 20th floor in the corporate banking division, so after grabbing my jacket and buttoning my vest, it took the usual 10 minutes (there’s always a half dozen stops) down. Walking into the grand lobby, my jaw dropped. My oldest friend from childhood stood up to greet me. “Matt, it’s been almost 20 years!” . . I noticed our concierge giving Matt’s dirty overalls with its large logo from a well known trash pickup company, the stink-eye. I admit that I enjoyed how uncomfortable he made our snooty staff. I invited upstairs to my office. . . #writersofinstagram #storytime #fictionwriter #writingmotivation #makingitup #ormaybenot #changeandgrow #chesapeakebay #baybridge #maryland #easternshore #shortstory https://www.instagram.com/p/BxvakgxJokx/?igshid=19cittgzx7o9g
