(Author’s note: Things are crazy, and final exams are coming. I won’t likely be coming out with anything new besides Fictioneers stuff until after early November, due to how much energy I have to spend on writing essays. So here’s today’s Fictioneers.)
by Miles H. Rost
Travis stood in the middle of the parking lot. He looked up, as drops started to fall onto his face.
The phone in his hand started ringing, as the rain started to pour down quickly.
“Travis, this is Mike from Allied Textiles. I just wanted to call you and let you know that you have a job. Come in for orientation on Tuesday morning.”
He hung up the phone and gave a small smile, then started to cry. He opened the door of his truck, climbed in, and pulled a blanket around him.
As he slept, he cried.