Death of a Salesman

We sat in the conference room, that late Friday afternoon my three co-workers and me, our chairs pushed so closely together that our shoulders brushed. It was as if we were already consoling one another before the impending doom. I glanced up at the large 70’s-styled mahogany wall clock which hung forlornly on the peelingContinue reading “Death of a Salesman”

Screwdriver Parties

Pulling into my driveway late one afternoon, my eyes fell upon a dark sedan sitting idly.  Unable to recognize a face through the tinted windows and noting a New Jersey plate, a state from which I knew no one, a slight feeling of unease ensued. And then as if in slow motion, a window wentContinue reading “Screwdriver Parties”