I was so down and out, blue skies, they weren’t but grey overcast I encountered. I didn’t want to get out of bed and thought the day wasn’t going to be nothing but a corpse of the walking dead. I fought myself long enough to get up, shower, find the best suit and go.
She walked into my office one day and quietly shut the door behind her. She quickly removed her scarf and there, staring at me was a portrait of a beautiful, restful innocent woman, beaming up an alluring smile that not even an artist hand would have carved. Although, she was in her forties, a picture of flawlessness, childlike like calmness, wrinkle free silhouetted face the world wouldn’t dare see, emerged.
The room was suddenly quiet, barely there, in completely stillness. There was a gaze in the air. It was thin, piercing, echoing the calmness before a huge storm. Coughing no one dare to flare. Crappy conversations were not heard. Gossip barred in the interim. Hairdryer blasting only heard in the next door. No water running. No empty field to fly to. There was just a vacuum in the corner and that’s all I saw. She waited for me to say something, a word perhaps but I wouldn’t. I was just there, staring, numb, livid, eyes red. No one dared to say a thing. No one dared to ask. No one dared not to be silent. Dejected, my soul left me momentarily, freezing for a split second in space.
ludlum drive 
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