Samuel Freedman

Abundance

Peter Narsic stormed out of the employment office, the glass door swinging wildly behind him. "They don't know what they are doing!" he thought to himself, as he hurried along the sidewalk, nearly bumping into and knocking over several pedestrians moving in the opposite direction. He had been out of work for four months, and after striking out again today he was down to what he had in the change jar on his dresser and the few dollars he now had in his pocket.