“I’m –
“I’m Done,” he said and set the glass down on the painfully white bar in the more painfully white and other wise featureless room. “I’m finally well and truly done.” He turned the glass around completely twice.
He couldn’t recall having put on a white suit yet he wore one now. In fact, he’d never owned a white suite in all his one hundred and seventeen years.. No tie, though. Disappointment welled up in him at that. He should have a tie. No one wore ties any more, they’d all forgotten what it meant to be businesslike. Now they all wore business casual.
Something blue, maybe. He liked blue ties.
Are you?
Surprised, he answered without thinking. “Am I what?” He moved away from the bar and tried to take in the entire room.
Are you capital-d Done?
“Oh.” The question was aggressive in a way he hadn’t expected. The voice was unfamiliar, too. He considered the question. “Yes.
“Yeah, I’m Done. I drank the whisky. I’m finished with all that.”
And the people you’ve hurt in the process? What about them? Don’t they get to say goodbye?
“They’re being well-compensated.” He frowned. “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
This is the Waiting Room. Everyone here is waiting for something. (more…)