After lunch, we usually felt better, and the office was filled with its normal hum and bustle, people carrying folders and walking briskly here and there, sudden bursts of laughter rising from cubicles. Work would go well until late in the afternoon. Then, as we all grew hungry and tired again, even more tired than in the morning, we would begin to cry again.
Most of us continued to cry as we left the office. In the elevator, we elbowed one another, and on the walk to the subway we glared at the people coming toward us. On the stairs descending into the subway, we forced our way down through the crowd coming up. It was summer. Some people would gradually stop crying as they rode toward home, especially if they had found a seat.
They would blink their damp eyelashes and contentedly suck on their fingers as they read their newspapers and books, their eyes still shining. They might not cry again that day. I myself did not usually cry at home, except at the table, if my supper was very disappointing, or if my bedtime was drawing near, because I did not really want to go to bed, because I did not want to get up the next day and go to work.
But maybe others did cry at home, maybe on and off all evening, depending what they found there. Why not a letter, a phone call? By Rabih Alameddine. Try Premium. Log in Sign Up. Start reading. This is my Cleril fan fiction. I'll try to post often, and Hope you enjoy. Table of contents Last updated Aug Chapter 1 - Flickering Flames. You may also like. Wings of Fire One-Shots.
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