Back to School

He’d planned it so carefully, counting the years, ticking off the days until his last. After, it was all that he’d expected it would be, as weekends were no longer the times set aside to get personal things done. For four years, he rejoiced daily in the clean-slate promise of unbridled expectation.

In retrospect, the phone call that would upend the serenity of sunrise mornings on the deck, wasn’t a surprise to him or to those whose lives he’d touched. Dusting off his briefcase, he paused for a moment, then proudly stepped up to the brink of un-retirement.

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