Broken Heel

     “THE END IS NEAR!”  “REPENT NOW!” the man was yelling in my face.  His breath smelled of spoiled milk and garlic.  His front teeth were missing.  If I wanted to be accosted by religion I would go to a church.

     I’m late.  Ten minutes until my interview and I’m stuck at this crosswalk in front of a crazed religious nut.  Jesus Christ.

     Little white walk figure appears.  Walk faster people, gez, just because you don’t have to be somewhere doesn’t me I don’t have to be.  I’m gonna be late.

     I walk up Main Street at a fast pace. Eight months after graduation and still no job.  Maybe this will be my lucky day.

     I enter the Bradford building.  The interview was short.  It was okish.  I was asked short, crazy questions.  “What animal do you want to be?” and “What if you see a coworker steal?”

Bird and report to the boss.  They said they will call me by the end of the week.

     Time to finally head home, job-hunting…ugh.  I stumble as my heel breaks from the bottom of my right heel.  “Dammit!”  I know I can’t afford a new pair.  I don’t have a job, yet.  I knocked the other heel off by banging it on the side of a brick building and hobbled home disgracefully…still unemployed.

     I didn’t get the job.

     It may have been a huge ass mistake, but I needed the money.  I can hear the people talk.  Dean’s list college grad on the pole!  I can see the shame on my father’s face, if he were alive.

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This was written in class at school.  I had to just sit and write starting with action.  It's not what I wanted to write and I don't know how it ended the way it did.