From a Dream

A soccer ball rolled across the lot. Dozens of people took no notice. On it rolled.

I was working at my desk. Wayne was engaged in idle chatter with Joe.

Victor entered the room wearing an evil grin. Both Wayne and Joe stared at Victor, with their mouths agape. Victor looked directly at Wayne. He was still grinning. He said "Write the report, and name your price".

Wayne's expression gradually changed to a greedy, anticipatory smile. He looked like a child awaiting a forbidden treat. Victor continued to stare at Wayne. Joe just sat in disbelief.

I knew "this" was not right. I stood up and looked directly at Wayne. I said nothing, but disapproval was written all over my face. Wayne looked back at me in shock. I then shifted my eyes to Victor and scowled. I still said nothing. Victor looked back at me with his own menacing scowl.

Victor's eyes darted back to Wayne. Again he said. "Write the report, and name your price". His voice was strong and threatening. He continued to own the menacing grin.

Wayne looked confused. He alternated glances, to me and then to Victor. When looking at me, he looked regretful and pleading. When looking at Victor he managed a weak and pitiful smile.

A soccer ball rolled across the lot. No one was there to see it as it rolled, across the lot. The lot was empty except for the ball. On it rolled.

I felt content and warm. I knew everything was OK.