
"Let's form two lines, please!" The worker's voice bellowed across the Department of Dead Dreams. "Artists and musicians to the left. Entrepreneurs on the right." The bodies in the dim, crowded space shuffled. The worker focused on him. "Hon?" He stepped up to the glass and handed over his form. "You want to take the cash payout or the trade-in?"
"The trade-in."
The worker stroked a few keys, and a slip of paper printed. She stamped it and slid it under the barrier. "You've been reassigned to sales. You start on Monday." He took the slip and stepped aside. "Next!"
About the Creator
Paris Giles
In a practical move, I studied journalism and have written mostly editorial stuff, but I love storytelling in all its forms. I have a special passion for the way we relate to one another and for the beauty that exists in the dark parts.




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