14
Jan
09

The List

Before going home, he checked his e-mail one more time.
Before going home, he shut down his computer and buttoned up his coat.
Before going home, he dropped some letters into the mail slot, walked out of the office, and took the elevator to his car.
On his way home, he dictated letters for tomorrow, contacted suppliers, quizzed his accountant, and sold some shares of stock.
On his way home, he gassed up his car, had the oil and filter changed, drank dangerously bad coffee, ate stale popcorn, and read old magazines.
On his way home, he drank a beer at Shorty’s, rented an action movie, bought a large pizza, and wondered how it got so late.
When he got home, he found the garage door standing open, saw that all the lights were off, and heard his footsteps in the empty house.
When he got home, he read the note that said, “I’ve left you. I’m not sure if you’ll notice” and he couldn’t think what she meant.
When he got home, he sank into the couch and fell asleep with a movie on Tivo and a slice of pizza balanced on his chest.
Yawning his way to the bedroom, he checked the Nikkei Index, turned up the electric blanket, and wondered why he was alone.
On the road to Ulysses, Kansas, she nibbled on some chicken fingers, sang with the Beach Boys, and laughed to herself, “Do you think he misses me yet?”
He woke around 1 am with a feeling of something forgotten, there was a pillow on the bedroom floor, and he went to the study to read his list.
He’s been so busy crossing off items he forgot the most important one of all-
Before going home, it’s good to be sure that what you call home will still be there.

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1 Response to “The List”


  1. January 14, 2009 at 20:48

    this is beautiful. i think it applies to me sorta. great job


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