Nakul couldn’t stop smiling. This was his best day yet!

The elevator was empty, save for one middle-aged guy in a suit. Nakul hesitated, then stepped in. Bursting with joy he turned to share the good news with the stranger. ‘I got a job today!’

The suited guy smiled, ‘Congratulations. Product development, right?’
Nakul’s jaw fell in surprise.’Yes. How did you know?’

‘One just knows these things. Hold on to it now. Job security is a fickle thing.’

That’s when Nakul saw the cardboard box behind the stranger, filled with all his items and labelled, ‘Shah, Amar: Product Development Manager’

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Welcome to The Moving Quill!

For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of

An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.

Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.

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23 thoughts on “Job – #FlashFiction #AtoZChallenge

  1. I agree with Sanch! Nakul’s exuberance and Amar’s sadness must have made made that elevator meeting really awkward. Plus, both of them must have spent time thinking about each other. Nakul wondering about Amar, and Amar being jealous about Nakul.

  2. I know how that feels. Job security is an eyewash. There is no real security in anything anymore. Not at work nor in relationships. The only security we can aim to have is that with our own self.

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