The railroad manager studied the boy who barged in asking for a job. He needed a brakeman, but the coupling and uncoupling of railroad cars was dangerous work, and the kid looked too young, too green, for the job. As the manager prepared to send the boy away, the kid stepped forward. “I’m sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. Name’s Lester,” he said, offering his hand. The manager stood and shook the boy’s hand, and which felt uncomfortably small. He looked down and counted three fingers on Lester’s right hand; he saw four on the left. Lester left the office with the name of the head brakeman; he started work the next day.


About daveallen

ummmm..... hi
This entry was posted in Fiction, Writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s