Friday Fictioneers – Do What You Do

(Author’s note: There’s a lot of things going on, and my production of fiction hasn’t been very productive because of other factors. I shall have more stuff up soon, but at this time, all I am able to do is Fictioneers stuff. To which, here’s today’s offering.)

 

© C.E. Ayr

Do What You Do
by Miles H. Rost

“So, I noticed that you came in with only one shoe. What happened?”

Bridget Moroney bit her lip as the question hit her with full force. It was the one question she didn’t want to answer.

“Well, I was rushing to get here, and a man pushed me out of the way. My foot stepped onto a drain grate and the heel got stuck. I couldn’t pull it out.”

“Did you think of breaking off the heel?” the interviewer asked, her voice in disbelief.

“It wouldn’t have done much good. So I just took off my other shoe and walked the rest of the way here.”

“Where did you walk from?”

“56th and Broadway.”

The interviewer’s eyes bugged out.

“You’re hired.”

 

Friday Fictioneers – The Name Of The Game

(Author’s Note: I am not sure about the things that are going on in my current life right now. I will update as I can, but I am not sure when I’ll be back to extra writings on the blog besides Friday Fictioneers. Here’s today’s offering.)

PHOTO PROMPT – © Marie Gail Stratford

The Name Of The Game

by Miles H. Rost

Mark Daniels kept clicking the mouse. He was barely listening to the person in front of him.

“And that’s why I can be the best at your company.”

Mark didn’t look up, but kept clicking the mouse.

“Alright. Thank you for coming in. I’ll contact you if you got the job.”

The interviewee just looked at him funny, then turned around and left out the door. Mark waited until the door closed, and he tore up the resume.

“Not gonna waste my time.”

He kept clicking on the mouse, looking at the scantily clad women on his screen. A small smile came across his face.