Flash Fiction

Amnesia

I walked to work today. The main reason was my broken down car, but the sun was out so I didn't mind. I had been inside too much lately anyway.

Today was my first day back at the office since my sick leave. The flu was a real killer this season. In fact I still felt a little light-headed as I entered the building.

When I arrived at the lobby my smiles and nods were met with looks, offended glares really. So much so as to make me glance down at myself to make sure I had not forgotten a socially crucial piece of clothing. I was about to ask what was wrong, but before I got the chance I was met by two security guards.

"Sir you will have to come with us."

" I work here, upstairs. I -"

"Not anymore" interrupted one guard.

I laughed harshly, coughing on my own spit.

"Funny. I'm gone for one week and you act like-"

"You've been banned for over a year, so either come with us or take the matter up with the police" the other says tiredly as if he's been over this a million times.

They say something after that, but I don't hear it, I'm too confused. I stare at the black tile floor of the lobby, my lobby, not my lobby? I don't know.