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I was dreading my return to work. There would be a multitude of questions
especially by that sod, Riley. He and I had never gotten along; he was too weird. Death was desolating but an untimely death at the hands of a murderer seemed somehow a tiny bit worse.

I realized with a heartfelt pang that I had mourned until my eyes could not mourn any more. They were so raw already, the damage might be irreparable. 

As a kind of glorious consolation Monday was a placid day.  The sun was out,
the birds were singing, it felt like the first day of spring; although spring was a
few weeks away.   There was a peaceful solitude when I arrived at the office.

The only car in the giant parking lot belonged to my boss, Howard. It was his old red Volvo, a monster car that we had always laughed about when we
were dating. Howard was the best kind of boss, smart, open-minded, friendly, 
helpful, a great listener. As a date he had been a dud though.

I like wild boys - bad boys, not nice guys.  I have no idea why, but if my adrenaline is not racing, you are not the one for me.  Howard’s innocence made him seem dull to me.  Yes, I think that was it. He was so quick to flush, inexperienced, I did not want him to know my wild side. I thought
it might jeopardize my job.  

I would not mind having a few seconds alone with Howard
this morning. Dull was something I could do after this last week of hell.  I raced up the concrete steps. When I reached the glass door my badge did not work. Dhram!  I thought maintenance had fixed that.

Howard was in his office alone. I spoke to him briefly, as I could see he was not in a conversational mood, which was odd for him.  His eyes were red, so I left. Sometimes work is not the best place to unleash a bunch of grief.  When I reached my desk all of my things were gone.  Cleared off. 

I looked up and saw a giant picture of me and my boyfriend
Spider, on the other side of the room. What the ….?  Irritated, I walked over there to get  a closer look. Spider had been nothing but trouble lately. 

A bright light surrounded me as I approached the painting.  An angel was standing in the middle of it. You have said goodbye to Howard now. It is time, she said gently.  I nodded.  Ready now to take on a new endeavor; my real life. This one had never been what I was looking for anyway.
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