Flash Fiction by David

It’s evening outside James’ picture window office, when a severe thunderstorm rolls in. He stays at his desk, polishing the silver letter opener, a weekly ritual. Lightning splits the sky and deafening thunder follows, but the boss can’t be bothered. Nature may be wreaking havoc outdoors, but inside he’s in the eye of an emotional hurricane. Every wipe of the pointed blade reassures him that it’s still one thing he controls. No irate customer, or impossible deadline can overshadow the gleam of polished sterling silver. James puts the opener back in its place and walks out into the chaos. Reality.