The Short Stories of Waldo


As I sat there at my desk wondering where my day had gone to I realized that it had been split in two. The morning was consumed by my thoughts about family, home, and, my life after I ran away from those responsibilities. The afternoon was spent thinking about my hidden life in Italy. I wondered what had pulled me back to that period. It soon dawned on me that it was the new hire with her jet black hair, dark fiery eyes and those military styled suits that she seemed to prefer. She had been with the firm for about a month. During that time I noticed that every business suit had epaulettes on the shoulders. She could have been a dominatrix for all I knew about her.

She must have brought back memories about my military time in Italy during the…

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