Position Available
The sign had yellowed in the sun: POSITION
AVAILABLE, ENQUIRE WITHIN. I
thought I’d try my luck, thought I knew one fish
from another — which fork, which hammer. My
instincts were sound. I knocked, waited, then gently
eased my way in, wondering what lies
would be justified, what rules could be bent
just a little, and would they have a mission
for me — not the smell but what it meant?
© Michael Fleming
Brattleboro, Vermont
June 2015
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