Unnoticed

Nothing seemed peculiar or out of place. Just another day at her workspace. Bright and early at 7 am, she clocked in. It was Friday, a time for some productive work before the weekend. She had plans to work and return home. But angels had other plans for Ms. Prudhomme. From her cubicle, she quietly took flight, Away from the daily grind and futile fight. For four days, her avatar sat alone, No more life, no more earth to call home. For four days, nobody came to see about her. Maybe there was a phone call, text, or email, but there was nothing after. Nothing peculiar or out of place, Just another day at the workspace.