Re-entry — The Unexpected Table
My first time back in the office for 17 months — from workplace to alien environment, being stalked by an unseen predator…

I looked down at the table that shouldn’t have beeen there. Just inside the revolving doors, a cheap, circular table, the wood-grain formica jarring with the carefully-styled furniture of the rest of the lobby. At just below waist-height, the primary function of this intruder was also…