I Wait for Redemption

All I have written lately are incident reports for incidents I didn’t create.

It is one o’clock in the morning and all is quiet.

The only sound is the grossly oversized window unit air conditioner wedged into an opening roughly cut haphazardly into the side of the office wall. It drones. Annoyingly.

The man with his feet on the desk works at the hotel overnight full-time as its sole engineer for that shift. The hours are steady, …