The Necklace
When I opened the door of the interview room, the guy looked up at me. He was sitting on the back side of a scuffed wooden table in a faded orange chair. The cheap kind with the chrome legs. His t-shirt almost blended with the bland, institutional green block wall behind him. The room smelled of stale cigarette smoke and air freshener. Go figure. I said, “Hey, how you doin’?” I straightened my tie and pulled … Read more