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New York City 3

Tired Faces

New York CityOutside the temperature soared, inside was mechanically cool. In the distance, the grating hustle and bustle of New York City. Indoors, the hum of an elevator motor. Outwardly, I sported the clean cut facade of a smart business person, within my heart trembled. The elevator bell rang out the floors 31, 32, 33. Sliding to a heady stop, the wrought iron gate slid open with a clang. All before me was so familiar. A red and brown floral carpet led along an uncluttered passageway to my former workplace, a Siberian Mammoth office. Straightening, I stepped out toward it with the thought, "How good it will be to meet the office gang again after all these years!" Opening the office door a fraction, then further, I peered around in astonishment. It was frozen in time, like some Siberian Mammoth locked in an icy tomb. A shiver coursed down my spine! The tired faced staff sat at the same old desks. Nothing in these prohibition days before 1933 seemed to have changed after all these years!✞

"Siberian Mammoth Office"
by Ron Meacock © 2017

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