Discretion was not something she felt she’d earned by any means. She had only ever blurted words spoken in confidence to the very wrong people at the very wrong times. Her musings bubbled over into treasures on loan from the mouths of dear ones. She exploded with secrets whenever asked even a remotely related question. Why, just the other day she had told of Elizabeth’s shame to not one, but three...
Thu-Thump. Thu-Thump. Thu-Thump.
It echoes.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
It echoes.
Right there but unseen.
A fuzzy almost-vision of recollection.
Yet not recalled.
A breath. A sniff. A rub.
It’s felt. It’s physical.
Yet it’s faded. It’s between.
So close. So out of reach.
Grabbing for a projection.
Grasping at straws in the midst of winter.
Babump. Babump. Babump.
Heart. Head. Heard. Said.
Dèjá vu....
I don’t hate anyone. To me hate is wishing for someone’s non-existence. I don’t hate Woods. I want him to exist. Just not in my professional life. The relationship between a manager and their employees should be symbiotic. Communication is the key to success in any business. Valuing your employees and paying fair wages is obvious. Right? Shouldn’t it be? Woods seems to disagree. Yet that lack of c...