Another “exactly one hundred words”! Thanks to Roschelle Wisoff-Fields for her “Friday Fictioneers” prompt and to PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll for the picture:
It was a humid Fourth of July. Brogash’s sweaty hand stuck to the useless employment application. Land of the free, right. They’ll take one look at my name and that’s it. He scribbled a signature and took it to the counter. At least it was cooler inside than out there under that hopeful flag. He’d hang around a while, maybe buy something cold with his last buck.
The manager read Brogash’s application.
“You Bulgarian?”
“American,” Brogash snapped. Then, more politely, “My grandfather was a Bulgar.”
“Mine, too. This looks good. Come back Monday morning at nine. We’ll start your orientation.”
Genie in a Box: Words and thoughts from Eugenia Parrish, Author 
That all worked out! Well done! 🙂
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Yes, I’m hoping that manager nipped his nascent bitterness and resentment in the bud. Things will look up from here. Thanks for your encouraging comment.
Genie
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What a nice surprise ending! I like the way you contrast the heat outside with the cool setting inside.
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Thank you! I wasn’t sure that came through (in 100 words!).
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You’re welcome! Yes, you told the story very well in 100 words.
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Dear Genia,
Hopefully Brogash is looking at a brighter future. Well told story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Woot! He landed on the right guy!
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Before he got too bitter and decided to join a jihad or something! Hunger does strange things. Thank you for reading this.
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Despite everything, there is still hope that this flag could once again inspire a better world.
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I think so — it still means a lot to a lot of people. Thanks for reading.
Genie
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