Alone Again

by Carolyn Carceo

Alone at work; a condition I know too well. I sit at a desk and answer the phones, respond to alarms, and greet the occasional visitor. A knock at the door. A visitor! I let him in; it's the bread delivery for the cafeteria. For two minutes, there is another person here, and I'm not so alone, but then he's gone.


Carolyn Carceo, author of Beach Sounds and a lifetime Bay Stater, lives on Massachusetts' North Shore and works in Boston. She's the oldest of four, and a Mom to two catkids who don't understand the meaning of the word "no." (The scene above is typical of her work day.)