A short story (fiction)

"Send!" There went the last email for the day. I glanced at the clock on the screen. 7:30 PM. Tired but satisfied, I walked out of my office.

It was quiet as usual at this hour. But something was disturbing the deserted air tonight. I followed the sound. A low sob became sharper. Then I saw her. Through the half-shut door. I hesitated. Then walked over, "Nancy, you okay?"

She turned around, fresh tears washing down her face, "Oh, I'm fine. Fine. Really. Just... just a little allergy." She turned away. Buried her face in her hands, now crying relentlessly. Her cuddling body shaking. In her elegant blue suit.

Must be him. My heart sank... "Want to go have a drink?" I offered.

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One

"Welcome!" Nancy poked her head at my cubicle. With a warm smile. "I am so happy you joined us. Highly recommended for your hiring. Now, I have a chinese countryman for a neighbor!" She switched to Chinese for the last declaration.

"Oh, thanks!" I was instantly at ease.

"Still can't believe you're head of Finance," I recalled my interview with her. "You looked so young. You are."

"Really?!" she laughed, pleased but dismissing the comment with a gesture. I noticed she wore a pink Kitty Cat watch. With a matching pink Kitty Cat purse. "Not that young anymore, really. My husband has been talking about baby for years."

"By the way, Dan also started today. Transferred from the Europe office. Jim was excited. He told us you two will make a great team. To turn the business around. You know, things aren't going well here. By the way," she lowered her voice with a grin, "he is so tall and handsome!" "Come on. I will introduce you to everyone around." Immediately, Nancy became my best friend.

But things certainly weren't going well here; and Dan and I were far from "a great team". Sales had been falling for three consecutive years. Moe, the sales director, was sent one leg out of the door. Dan and I reported to the vacant marketing director, who reported to Jim, when he was last seen.


Two

"Cheers!" Moe raised his mug, "This darn Legal Seafood! I have spent more hours here with you than with my wife in the whole month!" "Well, I'm just sick of the popcorn shrimps. Wouldn't complain if they ran a Sichuan Gourmet at the airport. " All these years in America. Yet my stomach is more Chinese than ever. I turned my thought away from food,"At least, we are close to close the deal. After this final trip to the 'Middle of Nowhere'." Deep in my heart, I actually love Iowa. Endless cornfields. Infinitely inviting highways. The "New Continent". Dwelled by Dvorak.

"Sure, except" Moe said, "Dan will get the credit again - he is touring the Europe office with Jim. You know that, don't you?" "Not really. I was in the field earlier this week. Visited local physicians. Old contacts. What's the Europe trip for?"

"What for?! Creating "synergy" between offices. Last I heard. Man, you better know that stuff. I mean, if you even want a shot at the director position!" "Dan hasn't done a single thing worthwhile. As far as I can tell." My mood darkened, "and I heard he was kicked out of Europe - who would have left kids and wife to the other side of Atlantic?"

"So what? Jim seems to be very happy with him. And sales are turning the corner: 'Hmm, must be Dan.' By the way, Nancy went with them, too." "How do you know everything? You are away as much as I am."

"'Course I know. I have Olga briefing me everyday. Matter-of-factly, how could you not know? She works for the three of us, if you happen to forget.""Don't need her. I use Expedia. Much quicker and cheaper. No delays. No mistakes."

"Old man! how could you be a boss? If, if not bossing around?" Moe paused to enjoy his play of words.

"Well, why did Nancy go?" I became curious about this new development.

"That, I don't know. Except this is the 2nd time they've travelled together."

"With Jim?!"

"With Dan." I suddenly realized that I haven't seen her drop by for a while. Well, hard to picture her in business. With her Kitty cats and all.


Three

"Nancy, do you have a minute?" I caught up with her in the hallway after the meeting, "why did you say the US office needs improvement? This is the first quarter we have turned around sales. After four years!"

"But we did not reach our stretch goal. You know that. And sales in Europe are crispy."

"But you can't compare like this. Europe is always strong - thanks to the leadership of Alex, if you ask me." I felt an urge to antagonizing.

"Not just him. Jim and Dan have done a lot of work, too. Anyway we can learn more from them... Actually, I've got to run. To catch the plane to Paris - we are holding our next year's budget meeting there." She impatiently raised her hand, showing a glittering Swiss watch.


"What a scandal," Moe snickered on my encounter with Nancy, "You and I have worked our asses off. And they are vacationing in every city of Europe!" He turned to the wine list, "Know anything about wine? Let's pick a good one. We deserve better."

"Don't care much about wine, either. Just get the most expensive bottle." I answered absent-mindedly, "Talking about them, now the whole office is talking."

"Except Jim. He is the one signing off all those "synergy" trips."

"You think he doesn't know? He can't see? I don't get it. I could never figure out what Jim thinks. "

"Nobody could. Only Dan knows how to kiss up. I have never met a guy this useless. Yet our boss loves him. And Nancy loves him. What a scandal. What a shame. I can't work here anymore. I am looking. You should do the same, man."


Four

"The management has decided that you are ready to take more responsibilities - in charge of the whole marketing department. Great job, Xiaosong. " Jim extended his hand.

"Thanks, Jim! I will do my best." So good work didn't go un-noticed. After all. I felt a sense of vindication. a relief...and a question. It was somewhat unexpected, "How about ... Dan?"

"Oh, that's the other thing I wanted to tell you. Dan was just diagnosed with cancer. Late stage liver cancer. He is moving back to Europe. For chemotherapy... To be with his family."

...That was eight months ago.


Five

"Remember? you were the one who brought me here. When I first started." I looked around, remembering a time less than two years ago. Or ages ago.

"Yeah. Thought we would have come more often. Then... How things just happened!" She tried to smile, but broke down again, hollering. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry! For being like this. He wouldn't approve. He kept saying I should be strong. Strong."

I ordered orange juice for her and a Cronona for myself. Just like the only other time.

"How's the treatment going?" I asked, expecting the worst. Nancy was not able to answer for a while. Finally she caught a break and dried herself. With the soaked Napkin.

"Treatment? Xiaosong, he is dying tonight!" She suddenly choked... gasped for air... And between broken breathes, I heard, "He is dying tonight... but I can't be with him!"

So it had all come to this. Two failed chemotherapies in Europe. One failed experimental trial back in States... And tonight, the life support will be removed. Here in town. With his family....

I froze and felt tears welled up in my eyes. All my lingering resentments and confusions, about him, about her, evaporated. Slowly I reached across the table and patted her lightly on the arm, "Don't be so sad, Nancy. Things will be alright." She halted in her grief and looked up, "How strange, that's exactly the same last words Dan said to me."
....

Days later, we held a memorial service for Dan. All of us went. Moe flew back from Iowa, cutting short his trip. We met Dan's family for the first time. His wife was astonishingly beautiful. After the service, we went to the same Bar for a drink. Everyone told of fond stories about Dan. Jim recounted his heroic combat with cancer. Just one week ago, he had insisted on scheduling the next bi-weekly appointment with the doctor. He didn't make it....

Nancy was the only one missing.

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"Quick, Xiaosong! Come to the conference room." Nancy called outside my office, "You work way too hard. We are having a little party. For the closing of a great year! Hurry up!" Nancy was smiling brightly. For a moment, I had a flashback. Of the day when I first started.

How strange. Life is. In this "New Continent". Dwelled by Dvorak.

fairly simple, simply fair

On two pictures by Redheron and JN

Sunset, ice, bare trees
Frozen into a vertical past -
The pond’s more beautiful than last seen,
Who are they, turning their backs again?

Steps, rocks, and breeze,
Brought out a fresh prospect -
Melt is his heart into the spring,
Then comes a storm to bury it again.


how many times can one say "great pictures"? so i added a few more words here and there. then i broke them into lines.

the 1st half was about the walden pond and alluded to Redheron's very famous picture of some very famous CNDers.

the 2nd half built upon JN's original poem on his own picture and
gently poked fun at his earnest embracing of the spring - only days after, we had had the biggest late winter storm of the season.

by JN

The bone-biting breeze is our character.
The black and white resemble our hatre and love.
Shrudding off the ice to the pebbles,
Our heart already melt into the spring.

Lost in his Labyrinths

Labyrinths, selected stories & other writings
by Jorge Luis Borges

It took me awhile to finish this book. I was bored after a few stories, but picked up the book again and appreciated it bit by bit. Several stories stuck to mind, the simpler ones, most likely:
the spy message sent through a Chinese garden, reminding me of VN's Pale Fire (The Garden of Forking Paths), the guy with a moon-shaped scar (The Shape of the Sword), the murdering constructed and guided by mysterious messages, this one calling up the Da Vinci Code, (Death and the Compass), the ruinous city of immortals (The Immortal), the "indianized" western woman (Story of the Warrrior and the Captive), and the arabic scholar attempting to understand the words "tragedy" and "comedy" of Aristotle (Averroses' Search) ....

His writings are invariably complex, in every way - the "plots", the language and the extensive references to other writings/cultures/histories- which made it hard, if not impossible, for me to fully understand. And they speed up my transition to sleep, with the ever mind-boggling expanding of labyrinths, paths, layers, paradoxes, and infinites. So it was between dream-like wakefulness and wakefully dreams that i finished this book. So very fitting, for a book or a mind who explores the confusion between reality and fantasy. :-)

O, give me a burger

by little one

O, give me a burger-----
with extra fries-----
Make sure to keep -----
Them de-ep fried-----
Add some ketchup-----
On my burger-----
A meal to fill-----
My tummy for sure-----

O, give me a burger-----
With a milkshake-----
With a milkshake-----
Give me it now-----
Or I will take-----
Don't add any cheese-----
Or I will wheeze-----
Some bacon too-----
Eat this burger is what I'll do----------

Don't add any cheese-----
Or I will wheeze-----
Some bacon too-----
Eat this burger is what I'll do-----

Eat this burger is
what I'll do---------------

Black brown spider

by little one

Black brown spider,
Spinning a silver web,
he's been working all night,
until final daylight.
Sticky, sparkly, spiral,
covered in dewdrops,
He's flying through the breeze,
making his home as he will please.
From branch to branch,
making his web.
Finally done,
filled with glee,
balck brown spider,
living peacefully.