a castle

(a piece of corporate microfiction)

I leave and look back.  I’ll be back tomorrow.  That I know, but do I like the fact, the reality of that, that building that everyone extols so vocally, so they won’t be “written up”, or worse?  But is worse, worse?  I keep walking.. 5:22 my watch says and I could use a glass, some .. something, something to make me feel like I don’t have to look at a clock, or be part of one.  I look back again, the king locks the door behind him.  Sees me, doesn’t wave.  Just to his car.  And me to mine.  That’s fine.