Writing in Cadence

Jeremy looked up from his computer monitor again. His office wall was cluttered with college degrees and commendations from years of success as he worked his way up the corporate ladder. His eyes slowly touched every memory hung on display before coming to a cluster of photos of his family and friends with a small, empty square in the middle of it all. He could still see the outline of dust the frame had left on the wall when he took it down months ago. He hesitated momentarily, then picked up the phone to make a call. No one answered.