I sure was.
And I was probably the worst employee they’d ever had.
I was poor in those days.
I didn’t know any other way of living.
Other than stealing food to survive.
So I worked in that kitchen for a long time.
Stealing a loaf of bread every afternoon when none was watching.
What little money I made working there I somehow managed to burn through just as quickly as I got them.
So I never had any left over for food.
I stole to survive in those days.
And I worked at that place.
Until I was finally caught and they could get rid of the worst employee they’d ever had.
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Categories: flash fiction