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.
“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.”