This story was written by my brother Lee, who now lives in Barboursville, WVA. Lee is retired from the Norfolk Naval Shipyard and is also a writer and poet. The caricature at the left was done by one of his former co-workers.
© Lee Wright, 16 Jan, 2002
“Hey Ted,” said Mike as he came into
the office. Hearing the Oldie station in the background. Mike knew that Ted was
somewhere in the office.
“Hey Michael,” came the answer from
Ted’s area. ”Is it 4 PM yet?”
“Almost,” replied Mike, smiling.
That was a running gag around the
office. The office contained five employees: Mike, Glynn, Ted, Carolyn, and
Steve. Carolyn was the Editor of the Service to the Fleet, the Norfolk
Naval Shipyard newspaper. Steve was the supervisor who ran the little
“madhouse” of an office. Actually, you could say that Steve was the Head Nut.
“Hey Mike! Hey Ted!” said Glynn as
he made his daily appearance.
“Hey guys,” said Carolyn as she
followed Glynn inside.
“Hey Carolyn!” came three replies.
“Anyone seen Steve?” asked Carolyn
as she pulled off her coat and hung it up.
“We’re home alone, at least for half
a day.” replied Ted, “Steve left a message on the answering machine saying that
he’d be in around lunch.”
“Did anyone notice that the traffic
was backed up more than usual?” asked Carolyn.
“I did,” replied Glynn, “But it
wasn’t as bad as last week.”
“I know,” answered Ted, “Last week
was a bite.”
“I wonder why it was backed up
today?” asked Carolyn, “I thought they had that problem straightened out last
week.”
“Guess you can’t expect every day to
be perfect.” said Mike, turning towards his computer. Soon you could hear the
keyboard clicking as Mike began his work on a story for the paper.
Ted looked over at Glynn and saw
that he was checking the Virginian-Pilot for the latest news. The
Virginian-Pilot was the local newspaper. Ted got up from his desk and went into
the back room. He returned carrying a cup of hot coffee. The back room served
as a catchall for storage. Also in the back room were four televisions to keep
up with any breaking news. The four TVs were hooked up to four VCRs to tape any
of that breaking news.
Ted sat down for a few minutes, got
up, and wandered into Carolyn’s cubicle. He watched her as she was getting the
shipyard paper ready for distribution. He probably figured that Carolyn needed
a break because he interrupted her typing.
“Do I look ok?”
“What?” Carolyn asked, looking up.
“Do I look ok?”
“Depends on what you mean by “ok,”
came a reply from Glynn’s cubicle.
Ted ignored the remark and carried
on. “I don’t feel all that well. I feel kinda out of sorts and light-headed.
You know kinda twilight zoney, like I don’t belong here.”
“You’ve been in the Twilight Zone
ever since I’ve known you.” came a
voice
from Mike’s cubicle.
Ted ignored
that one also.
“Maybe you should sit down and
finish your coffee.” said Carolyn, “You’ll feel better shortly.”
“Maybe you’re right, but I felt
strange when I came through the door this morning. I just have this odd
feeling.” Ted turned away and went back to his cubicle.
Ted was sitting by his computer,
still having those odd feelings. He could hear Carolyn banging away on her
keyboard, preparing the paper for distribution.
The
rest of the morning was uneventful. At 11 AM Ted got up and went into the back
room to watch one of the court shows. Carolyn, Glynn, and Mike, went to Roger
Brown’s, one of their favorite placers to eat.
Around 12:15 Mike, Carolyn, and
Glynn returned from lunch.,
“Hey Ted,” all three said in the
direction of the back room. They could hear the TV still going. There was no
answer.
“Ted usually tapes Judge Mathis and
The People’s Court. Maybe he’s watching People’s Court and didn’t hear us.”
said Mike, “His hearing isn’t that good any more.”
“I’ll go back there and get his
attention.” said Carolyn. She walked
away, but came back soon after. “Hmm,” she sighed, “he wasn’t back there.”
“Probably in the “library.” said
Glynn. The “library” was Ted’s word for the restroom. He usually took whatever book
he was reading at the with him when he went in there.
Everyone returned to their cubicles.
Within a few minutes Steve came in. He wasn’t his usual self. His head was down
and he seemed dazed. Steve walked slowly into his office.
“What wrong with Steve?” asked Glynn.
“What’s up, Glynn?” asked Carolyn, “What
do you mean, what’s wrong with Steve?” A
large partition that surrounded Carolyn’s cubicle prevented her from seeing
anyone entering the office.
Before anyone could answer, Steve
came out of his office. A few minutes passed before he could speak.
“I’ve got something to tell all of
you,” Steve said slowly.
“Shouldn’t we wait until Ted gets
here?” asked Mike.
“What do you mean, wait for Ted?”
Steve seemed confused. “Where is he?”
“As far as we know, he’s in the
restroom.” replied Glynn, “Why?”
“He can’t be in the restroom,” said
Steve, “I just came out of there and I was the only one in there… Now, I want
you all to sit down. I have some bad news to tell you.”
Mike, Glynn, and Carolyn pulled
their chairs out of their cubicles and looked at Steve.
“What’s wrong?” they asked in
unison.
“Was th… uh hum,” Steve cleared his
throat, “Was the traffic backed up this morning?”
“Yes it was, why? What’s wrong
Steve?” asked Carolyn. Now everyone was concerned about Steve.
“Do you know wh..what caused the
backup?” Steve was having a hard time talking.
“Just the usual stuff,” replied
Mike. “Steve, I think we should wait until Ted
gets
here so you won’t have to repeat whatever it is.”
If looks could kill, Mike would’ve
been dead right there. Steve continued. “This morning…..on their way to work
together, Ted and his wife Marlene, were involved in a very bad car accident.”
“Oh My God!” exclaimed Carolyn,
“How’s Marlene? Ted didn’t mention anything about an accident this morning.”
“What are you talking about?” asked
Steve gruffly. “Marlene was badly injured and she’s in the hospital. They’re
not sure if she’ll make it. Ted was killed instantly.”
Carolyn felt faint. Mike and Glynn couldn’t
believe their ears.
“It….it can’t be! Ted was here this
morning.” said Mike.
Steve was helping Carolyn to a chair
and Glynn was putting some smelling salts under her nose.
“What are you talking about Mike?
What’s wrong with Carolyn?”
“Steve,” replied Mike, “Ted was here
this morning. We all saw and talked to him.”
“That’s impossible!” exclaimed
Steve, “I told you that he was killed instantly.”
“Steve, Mike, Carolyn, come here.”
said Glynn, “I’ve got something to show you.”
All four gathered at Ted’s cubicle.
On Ted’s computer screen there was a small note, “This workstation is in use
and has been locked. The workstation can only be unlocked by Teddy L. Wright.”
Glynn then pointed towards Ted’s desk. There, underneath his desk, was Ted’s
book bag. And on his desk was his latest book, waiting to be read.
