Nervously, you smile, “Where do I begin?” You say, fingers lace around your coffee cup.
“Tell me about yourself?” I say, opening my notebook to a blank page. You begin reciting facts – name, education, long-term and short-term goals in life – standard interview material. As you recite, your eyes wander about the coffee shop, looking everywhere but at me. I clear my throat. “If I am to tell you I’m interviewing twenty others today, what makes you stand out from the other interviewees?”
Immediately, I spot a lump in your throat. You retract your hands beneath the table and the tremors in your legs can be felt across the table. You start spilling compliments about yourself like “I’m punctual, a hard worker, and a quick learner.” Half-listening, I scribble notes and question marks. “Do you have any questions for me?” You shake your head. I shut my notebook. We stand up, shake hands. “Thank you for meeting me today.” I say, “I will let you know in a few weeks.”
You run out like no tomorrow.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.