Maria, head of HR hands me my life in an A4 white envelope.

She explains it contains the terms of my redundancy.

Her blonde head is tilted to one side, ‘we’re deeply sorry’.

 

I struggle to breathe, I can feel her tightening the rope.

And then she gives me that look, sadness, possibly pity.

 

I stand to leave, my heart folds in on itself, devout of hope.

I walk empty.

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