James

James hesitated.

Should he enter? What if

All his life he’d been ruled by “what ifs”. It was time to stop. Time to bite the bullet. Time to take charge of his life.

“Carpe deum,” he muttered. What a useless mantra it had been throughout his meaningless existence. “Still, I might get a job here.”

Fighting the thudding of his heart and the shallowness of his breathing, he slowly pushed on the door. It stood firm.

He pushed again.

Solid.

Immoveable.

As he leaned on the door, the notice came slowly into focus.

“IN RECEIVERSHIP.”

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Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel.