Terry strolled through the park doing his usually lap. Terry's walk he would later tell his wife . The whole perimeter then through the center. While he did this, he'd walk slow. Sometimes stopping at a bench, sometimes just scrolling through his phone. It was his lunch time, so he would use it how he wanted to. It had been almost a year since what Terry referred to as the incident.
He didn't get promoted. He'd work day and night at his firm. He did local stuff, businesses and all that. So it wasn't like in the big city, but it was hard. He'd tried to make partner, and his boss really made him feel like he had a chance. He still sometimes thought to himself that he did have a chance. He blamed other things, like his wife staying up late. Or that weekend trip they took for their anniversary. Other times when he was more honest with himself he knew his boss was just using him for extra work.
So this was his act of revenge. A long slow work on the company clock, for himself, for his health. He'd do it every day no matter what. It was on of the only hours that was his and his alone.
On the park bench he sat and looked at
Instagram
, scrolling, he looked at old videos, post
Blue Man
. That was his favorite time, experimentally he thought the best dancing.
Once he had enough he put his phone down, clicking it closed.
He took stock of his park. Breathed in and out. It was usually empty.
He saw a woman with a coffee.
He saw a man and his son dancing like the
Blue Man
. Wow he thought. He was speechless.
It had been nearly 7 years since he'd seen anyone dance in public. Before that he used to go salsa lessons, well him and his wife. He didn't even know if they still did that at the school. They tried watching online tutorials a few times, but not the same.
He wanted to shout at the man and the kid.
What are you doing? Who are you with? Maybe its some sort of religious thing?
He thought about filming it, but instead he just watched. He watched the girl walk away tossing her coffee in the trash can.
