this morning #2126.

this morning, the intensity with which he folded his arms & stood stiff with his back pressed up against the wall helped keep the rest of the world at bay. no one dared approach him. he wore no emotion on his face but his mind was firing a mile a minute trying to figure out how to get out of this room as quick as possible. something better than “something came up. gotta run.” he knew that his next move would be crucial. before he knew it, he’d pushed his body away from the wall. stepped out into the hall & made his way down to the restroom. instead of stopping, he just kept on going straight out into the parking lot, where he got in his truck & drove away. decided he’d come up with an excuse on some other day.