The Interview

This morning the quadrants of my heart were coming apart. My car wouldn’t start, no matter how much of a nudge I gave it with the sledgehammer. This was my first interview in four months, and now this!

So I did what any other rational person would do, I seized a brimful of whiskey and chugged every last drop. Right then, I knew I needed a win. I could not forbear paying rent any longer.

I called the taxi and exchanged all my paintings for a ride. And to my surprise, drunk and wasted, the job was mine!

The Interview by K. Saitta
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