September 19, 2011

• The Invitation

   

  Xeries

  I sat in my office, feet propped up on desk, lights off, “doing paper work,” when there was a light rap on my door. I sit up and grab the pen out of my ear to make it look like I was actually doing something. “Come in,” I call out. The door opens, and my secretary walks in. “It’s just your mail, Mr. Tigah,” she tells me. “You can go back to napping.”

  “I’ll have you know I was working hard…on that nap. Anything good?”

  “Just bills. Junk mail. And a letter from the mayor’s office. Looks important.”

  I take the mail from her and skim through, looking for the mayor’s letter. I find the envelope and open it. It’s what I was expecting. He spared no cost on the invitations. It was white, with golden letters informing me I was formally invited to the celebration of his birthday. You know in high school, how there’s that major party you can’t miss, and you don’t get the invite until the last minute? That’s what this felt like. But here it was; my ticket in to the celebration of the year. Anybody who’s anybody will be there. Most businesses will be closed that day. And it’s less than a week away. 

  Will you be attending?

  What the heck are you talking about?

  
  

   

  
  

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