Larry has not been to work for days.
Someone has bothered to turn his computer off.
His manila folders of important documents sit unopened.
The company phone blinks angrily, messages still waiting.
People arrive at his cubicle only to discover a ghost town.
I can see the anxiety on his manager’s face
when I see her between meetings.
Calls to his home and his cell phone have gone unanswered.
Rumor is the Police have been called to investigate.
Still no Larry.
I smile, a rare occurrence in Hell.