“Don’t take this personally, it’s not about you.”
Despite the rumours about downsizing, she’d not believed they’d choose her. She’d never failed at anything, and she’d worked hard at making herself indispensable.
Ever-present, ever-helpful, all over everyone.
Yet as she cleared her desk, the relief in the office was palpable.
Relief that it wasn’t them?
Or relief it was her?
As she lugged her cardboard-box towards the exit, half-hearted calls of “don’t be a stranger, hey?” rang in her ears and she began to understand.
She’d thought what they needed was more of her.
In reality, they’d wanted less.
Friday Fictioneers calls for stories of 100 words in response to a weekly photo prompt. Our host, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields presides over our activities each week. Thanks for being there, Rochelle.