The Limo

Dark brown hair tied in a ponytail. He never used hair jell; he never understood its purpose. He flexed his bushy eyebrows; wrinkles appeared across his brow. His hand sprinkled with hairs clenched into a fist. He gave a slight yawn and released the tiredness from his deep green eyes. Lifting his left hand he pulled on his lengthy luxuriant beard. The white shirtsleeve with golden cufflinks fell back with the suit sleeve revealing his flashy silver gray watch. BVLGARI spelled beneath the 12. It was well past six o’clock. His hand moved to straighten his silver blue tie and proceeded to reach inside his inner suit pocket. A tag just beneath the pocket read Boss. He pulled out his spectacles to read the newspaper lying next to him. After glancing at he gently tossed it to the empty seat next to him. He unbuttoned his chocolate colored suit and laid his hand back down on the cool velvet seat.

His chauffeur smiled with pinkish cheeks in the rear view mirror and asked a question. It went unnoticed. The chauffeur wore an Irish cap and a black cotton coat. He was an older gentleman with a well-rounded face and gray mustache.

He ignored the chauffeur’s question not with disrespect but because his mind was elsewhere.

There he sat in the rear of his limousine. His fedora on his kneecap, and his shoulders rested against the leather seat.

Raising his elbow upon the window ledge to support his chin he stared out the tinted brown window. Orange sky reflecting off pinkish cloud cover. Soaring glass structures around, absorbing and draining the remaining light of day.

Turning green streetlights dazzling upon shimmering silver wheels— gliding dark tires upon the black patched tar— rolling with an occasional “Thump bump.” On route to a charity, it seemed perfect— yet it was empty, and felt nearly pointless. Suddenly the thought he always fought tumbled once more upon him. It was absolutely terrifying, the purpose of his achievements. She’s missing, he thought. Her hand to hold his was no longer there. If only he could hold her hand now. They were the partners of their innovations, ideas, and universe. The sun had set…