Indulgent Intercessions… Part 11


Chris made it to his lunch meeting, but just barely. Checking himself in the mirror of the bathroom, he noticed a lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt. He hurriedly tried to clean it off, but only managed to smudge it into the fabric more.

“I hope it isn’t your anniversary.” A guy two sinks down said dryly. “Because it might be your last!”

“Uh… no… It’s just a stain, and I am meeting my boss for lunch.” Chris responded.

“Well, good luck!” The guy said, dried his hands, and walked out the door.

Between scrubs, Chris said, “Thanks…” After the man left, Chris added to himself, “…and where is Mia?

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The meeting didn’t go well. Mercer’s father was unimpressed with Chris’s “lack of preparation” for the meeting as well as his lack of headway on an important project. As soon as the meeting ended, Chris left the restaurant, and headed for home, instead of to the office. In fact, Chris was pouting. He took the subway back home and brooded over the events of the day, as well as the previous night. However, instead of getting off at his stop, he kept riding… and thinking.

Who was he becoming?

What was this deep… wanting… inside?

He felt alone, and distant from everyone.

He watched the people coming and going from the subway car…

The doors opening… and closing…

The blank faces of the people as they sat or stood holding onto the metal poles.

Do I look like them?

Is this who I am becoming?

The ride in the train was a beginning brush with reality for Chris. But only the beginning. Life was going to get much harder and lonelier.

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