“But at least I arrived at the interview on time.”
Looking down at my new suit coat I spied three small white strings. “I hope they weren’t there the whole time. Maybe he didn’t notice them. Who am I kidding… white strings on a coal black suit coat…”
“Now… back to McDonald’s.”
“I definitely need to change first. No need for them know their night sift fry degreaser, has just now passed the bar.”
I slide my hand into my right pocket.
“Mom was right. If my head wasn’t attached…. Where did that blasted parking entry ticket go?”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: March 11, 2018. Requirements: Create a 200 word (or less) flash fiction story using ideas from teh photo prompt provided.