The Pink Slip

He saw her from a distance and even this far away she seemed beautiful, basking in the afternoon sun. She looked almost ethereal in these surroundings and conjured up such passions in him that he knew not existed. He longed to get inside her, feel her wetness ,explore places unknown to mankind. The feeling was one of great exhilaration , a feeling of being on top of the world. He longed to take her to the middle of the ocean and watch the sun go down in her presence. He loved to watch the drops of water, much like beads of sweat clinging on to her body, waiting to explode.
He was so close to fulfilling his hunger that he knew not how to wait. There was nothing between them now. All these days seemed much like the dress rehearsal for the show and he was waiting for the curtains to go up and reveal all on the final day of show time.
She was Apsara, the dancing goddess who was to take him to all the places man longs to see, much less set foot. Apsara, his blue boat. He had readied her for the trip he was going to make two months from today and now as she stood proudly , he felt a pride glowing inside of him. She was entirely his and he just needed the money from his next two months of work to set off on his trip, one he had been eyeing and planning ever since he could remember. He was trying to imagine the look of surprise on his boss's face when he reveals his plans, how his eyes would enlarge , first in disbelief and then utter shock. How he would beg and plead him to change his mind. Change his mind, indeed!
He went into his office, humming a fast number and found the office unusually silent. His usually cluttered desk looked pretty neat. Maybe they are paying the cleaners a little extra to clean his desk. He sat at his chair and that was when he noticed it. The little pink slip sitting among all those files staring at him, even mocking him slightly. He picked it up and all he could manage was a smirk.