Daily Prompt: Tenterhooks


I could tell when they asked me to sit down that this wasn’t going to be good.

We stay in a strange stand off, not saying anything, while I imagined the worse.

Each scenario was worse than the last. Each worthy of tears. Still, they said nothing.

It wasn’t my place to start the conversation. Clearly this was stressful for them, too. So we kept sitting. I kept imagining.

In the end, it was a company decision. I breathed a sigh of relief. How nice to not have to imagine anymore. What a blessing it is to know.


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