Wednesday, November 6, 2013
It's a Forbes World After All
"They don't build 'em like that anymore," I thought as I approached the ornate building to which I'd been directed in the help wanted ad. Each section of the building featured the carved face of a Greek deity over its respective doorway.
"So lifelike," I thought. "Why, that one looked almost like it just moved!"
"Mrs. Forbes," I said, entering the room designated in the ad, "I'm here for the job. And may I say, what a building!"
"Thank you," Mrs. Forbes replied.
"About the job ..."
"Well, I would have preferred someone a lot younger and better looking, but you'll do."
With that, two burly guys entered the room from either side and wrestled me to the ground.
"The job pays $8 an hour and the white make-up is non-toxic," said Mrs. Forbes. "You will be standing on your feet for a very long time."
This week's piece is notable for two reasons: 1) The title has nothing to do with the story since I wrote it first and then couldn't fit the story to it, and 2) I've really thrown caution to the winds with the word count at 160 or so, but that's nothing new for me. I just pushed it even a bit more this time.
I'll bet most of the other Friday Fictioneers were a lot more on the mark on both counts this week than I was, and you can check them all out here. If any one of them has been as bad as I have, please let me know. I'll feel less guilty.
Now if you don't mind, I've got me a new job and I don't want to be late. You see, I've got a pretty long shift to get ready for.