(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.
This is touching!
A common theme I write about is hope.
Awww, I felt for him. Nicely done.
For a moment I thought he was going to drive his truck off a cliff. Very sad.
Nay. It’s good tears this time. 🙂
Tears of relief?
Does he live in his truck and this is a new beginning for him?
Yep. Part of it is based on my own experience down here (the just getting a job part) and part of it is based on some famous people who lives out of their vehicles before hitting it big.
Cool. Just glad I got it!
Tears of joy, I hope! Lovely story.
They are tears of hope. Hope for a future.
Hopefully the start of something big. Delightful.
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