Faceless

Paul sat on a green grassy hill looking down on the lake and the city. He hated who he had become. He sat on the grass in his $979.00 suit. His skinny ankles in thin socks stuck out from the bottom of his pants that flapped in the breeze. His shoulders, hunched, were too big for the jacket. The tie hung down between his legs. He felt out of place. The grass, the lake, the blue sky mocked him. He was locked out. Locked in a suit. Shut in behind tinted glass. Breathing air conditioning all day long. He would quit his job – it was an easy decision after all.