The two men riding in the elevator do not know each other, not really, but they have been brought together by fate in the form of an office, one man the boss of the company, in fact the scion of it, has been riding this same elevator since he was five years old, at his father’s hip, used to bound out into the hall with unconfined enthusiasm, The Whirlwind they called him, now he’s in that same elevator again, heading up to the same office where his father once sat, same desk even, different chair at least, he jokes, sometimes he feels like he’s absorbing the old man’s thoughts, his hopes and disappointments, maybe even more than that, there’s an ache in his side that he worries might be cancer like the kind that took his dad, kidney, if it is he’ll get through it, he has a support network, same as his father, same but different, no wife any longer, Arizona, Peter, but kids, two, neither at the company, neither with any interest in it really, funny that way, he didn’t push them away but away they went, is he the end of the line? The other man in the elevator is a new marketing manager. He has very few thoughts and is determined to keep it that way.
©2020 Ben Greenman/Stupid Ideas
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