Departure, by Hasen Hull

I didn’t really know the guy and I wasn’t going for the drinks after, but I knew him well enough to know, along with half the company, what was going on. He was leaving after five years – I’d been there five months – to travel the world with his partner. Iceland, he said. Japan, he said. Some big, expensive trip before he got too old. Well. But come farewell, after he’d seen the card signed by fifty different people, I gave him a nod, enough to show I meant it. Even a cynic can wish a guy good luck.

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