His mother used to say that nothing lasts forever. Duck never quite understood if she meant the good things in life were fleeting, so enjoy them, or that the emptiness he felt would be a constant.
He tried not to think about it too much.
Friday afternoon, they closed down the office and held a baby-shower for one of his coworkers. Duck had been unwillingly recruited to tape twisted streamers along the lunchroom’s ceiling, from corner to corner, and blow up blue and pink balloons.
“They’re saving the surprise,” someone said, and he nodded, pretending to know what that meant.
Prompt courtesy of the Daily Post.