lateness
I slid my key into the lock, turning it and quickly entering the room, breathless still from the sprint I took on my way from my car to the familiar meeting place. He was by the window, staring out onto the street below. ‘You’re late,’ He said and nothing more, He never even turned to look at me. I struggled out of my jacket telling Him, ‘I’m sorry Sir, traffic was a nightmare.’ Hanging my jacket neatly on the empty hanger, I opened the closet and put it next to His familiar leather coat,...