Flash fiction: “Once in a lifetime”

Morgan couldn’t stop thinking about the offer.

Earlier that day a man had come into his office and offers him the job of his dreams. It was too good to be true, but Morgan still couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He had an interview first thing tomorrow.

Was he going to go?

He guessed that he had to. The offer was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he was going to take it. I didn’t matter how strange the whole situation felt.

Why would a man just walk into his office and offer him a job? Morgan didn’t care why he just wanted the job.

He took the subway home. During the ride he felt good, he felt like he was walking on clouds. Soon he could leave the shit job that he was currently working just to make ends meet.

He hated every minute of it.

He walked back onto the street and watched the people; everyone was in a hurry to get somewhere. Usually, Morgan felt better knowing that he wasn’t the only one who was in a hurry. But today he wasn’t. Today he wanted to get home, and watching all these people running errands for other people just seemed so futile.

He came home and went to bed almost immediately. He wanted tomorrow to come as fast as possible.

That night he dreamt of a better life. The life he had always wished for, the life that he was now going to have.

Morning came, and Morgan walked out of the street, he headed towards the subway.

The address the man had given him was for a warehouse downtown. It was strange to find warehouses in this part of town, but Morgan guessed the company wanted the place to be a little under the radar.

He was buzzed in through the door and waited for someone to come and pick him up from the waiting room he was instructed to wait in.

A man came in and brought him into a small room without windows where he was instructed to sit down in a chair.

Morgan guessed this was all a part of the interview and so he kept calm. Despite the strange greeting.

”Mr. Morgan,” A man said as he came into the room ”Do you know why you’re here?”

”I was given a job offer yesterday, and the guy told me to come here.”

”I’m afraid that you have been misled, Mr. Morgan. You’re not here for a job. You are the job.”

”Excuse me?” Morgan choked on his tongue. ”What do you mean ’I’m the job’”

”This,” The man said and pulled out a gun.

”Wait!” Was all Morgan had time to scream before the man put a bullet between his eyes.

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