My Job Offer You Cannot Refuse

A short, short story that has been done before. Here's my version.

 

 

           You have seen my face before, but you do not remember. When I drive past you on Sheridan Drive, I am that brief flicker of human expression reflecting on your eyes but not registering on your brain’s conscious nerve endings. I am the unnoticed person you step behind in the Tops checkout line. At the Sabres and Devils game, I am the nameless cheering fan only a few seats from you in the HSBC Arena. I am no one to you, but you will remember soon for I selected you, and I am weary and impatient. I go by many names: Jill, Joe, Barb or Bill; Mary, Harry, Ted or Alice, it does not matter anymore; but because your name is Justin, I will be Jessica. When you accept my job offer and you will have to accept it, Jessica will be my final name for I require rest. I swear this is a great job with one huge fringe benefit. The job does not entail start-up costs and requires no training�"you learn as you go; to begin, all you need is an eternal commitment. I arrange, synchronize, and control our meeting at the four-way stop on Greiner and Harris Hill Roads. I smile and gesture you on as I make eye contact between infinitesimal eye blinks. You see me, and you remember fragments�"my eyes on this occasion. Over time, you accumulate a memory of me. Why I picked you is evident, for you have the potential to be like me and to assume my job. I am impatient, but during your indoctrination, I pace myself. A week later, I smile at you at Eastern Hills Mall long enough for you to notice and do a double take because as Jessica I am quite pretty. Your work at McDonalds on Transit Road is so below your potential, but I can remedy that easily and soon. I come to visit you there and flirt while you bring me an Asian Chicken Salad and a Coke. McDonalds is busy and noisy, but I soften the din so I can say thank you as if I really mean it. I become a regular when you are working. A month later, we are on first name basis. You ask me how old I am. I blush and give you an eighth of my real age. You ask me out on a date. I accept and suggest Club Infinity. I am biding my time, for the day is coming soon enough. You are thinking of me constantly and your brain’s nerve endings are tingling with details of me that I have exposed and want you to know. Your attention is not fully on the busy, speeding traffic you are in on Main Street in Williamsville. You approach the Main and Transit intersection like any other day knowing exactly how long the light stays green, but not today, today the green is shorter by one-point-three seconds. You do not notice the light has changed red as you enter the intersection. A substantial Coors Beer truck impacts your slight Focus broadside, flinging your shrapnel encased body into the TGIF parking lot. The accident almost kills you instantly, but in that ultimate, decision-making second, you see my face and remember me wholly. I smile sincerely and offer a job you cannot refuse�"if you desire to ever see daylight again…       

 

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