The boss’s office door is closed.
My colleague had been summoned over fifteen minutes ago. I wish I could hear what was being said. Is it about me?
My work mate and I share everything. Well- not the coffee cups. But what ever is going on we always discuss it together. We always know what is happening with everyone on the second floor. We are so in tune that we often guess the outcome of office politics and decisions long before the protagonists have decided themselves.
But this time it is different. It’s out of the blue and I yearn to know what is happening. Are we going to be separated? Maybe it’s a promotion. For both of us. For only one maybe? Could it be a pay rise?
The door opens. My friend emerges. She’s not looking at me. Shoulders slumped.
The boss beckons me with a curled finger.
For the Flash Fiction Challenge 11
The first thing I saw at work this morning was the boss’s office door closed.