“So that’s it then.”
“I guess so.”
Jess was doing her best to hold it together, but she couldn’t stop the tears from breaking through.
“Do you need a ride home?”
“No. I’ll be fine. Thank you.”
The Head of HR waited by the door, eyes watching each piece as it was placed in the cardboard banker’s box. Marilyn was shocked by how fast everything had happened. How cold it made her feel. And she wasn’t the one being walked.
I don’t know what to do, Marilyn wanted to say.
“It’s okay, really. Take care of yourself Marilyn.”
Written in response to Carrot Ranch Communication’s August 31, 2016 flash fiction challenge prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a goodbye.