William sat adjacent to his board members as he tried to focus on the task at hand. It wasn’t easy, something was pulling at him. He was a puppet on a string and someone, somewhere held the string, and was happily dancing a jig with his concentration.
He adjusted and then loosened his tie as he half-listened to the PowerPoint presentation on the screen. While he was there physically in the boardroom, his mind was back in a different time, in a different room altogether.
“Hand me the belt.” The booming voice demanded.
William didn’t budge.
“Damn it, boy. I said HAND ME THE BELT.”
He stared at the belt lying at his stepfather’s feet, but he didn’t make a move for it.
“Well, well… it looks like someone has finally decided to stop being such a little pussy.”
William stared at the floor.
