RUINED FRO LIFE

d the rainy seasons and the humidity on my window screen, which allowed me to draw anything I wanted. The breeze was always just diff

e, but this time it wasn't my fault. I was battling with the rush hour and the usual 45

a good day or bad day rush to their form of calm after the store. Some moved i

dating, when everything was rosy and calm. But now I don't know where things went wrong. Dave and I had been arguing nonstop for the past few weeks or more like he yelled while I kept shut and apologized. He

into the two-story building that housed Sharecare, my office. Giving Daisy a

I yelled. The elevator door spr

r, with the sleeves of his black shirt tight against his arm. He was built but not too built, the kind that was muscular enough to throw a punch. I was sure his height added to

st as his wheels could go, which was not so fast. I could tell he was just getting used to the

nd by far was not impressed by mystery man’s attitude. Ignoring him, I headed straight for Dave’s office. Arriving much l

ere in return responsible for his fat paycheck. Dave’s office was well deserving of that title as well. Occupying one of the few offices overlooking the street below, he had a mahogany desk in the middle of the room with one ch

the hot seat. I open my mouth to rush through the a

minutes late”

ow bu

ause it clearly was and always is”,

pologized with m

I panicked. This had never happened before, and I knew there was no good reason for such a cha

Tom Hilling. He’s in a wheelchair because of an acci

me?”,

have a problem with that?”,

se not.

and so you will be moving into his hou

tly move into a stranger’s house for six

so ridiculous

of us”, I

bout us?”, he a

you be alright not seeing me ev

ctly. Speechless, I stared at his face about to call his blu

e chair and asked, “When d

e landline, he told Stephanie his

hair. “Mr. Hilling. I would like you to

he was in all his glory. Mystery elevator man. His hand