Picture courtesy of Marie Gail Stratford
At work, one of the things we try to avoid is having information get ‘siloed’ – meaning stuck in one group and not shared across the organization. We are good at keeping things to ourselves, assuming others will share it or people will figure it out. Sometimes it’s just as simple as forwarding an email. Other times, it’s more difficult and requires human interaction and dialogue. It makes me think about what if…
Word count: 99
The last of the ashes skimmed across the breeze and settled on the landscape. This was where she wanted to be, her final rest.
James looked around, puzzled at her choice. Anne’s death had been sudden but he found her final wishes to be clear and specific. “Scatter me in the field behind the house, near the silo” she’d written.
He wondered what drew her here, a desolate place. He wandered the field, sensing her absence, wishing again that he’d told her how he felt about her.
Too late, he thought. Words left unsaid would haunt his remaining days.
© Erin Leary
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