Desperation was beginning to make a dent in your mood. He had visited all the County employment agencies, it had distributed resumes by stores, gas stations, restaurants. Already many weeks, that he had forgotten his experience in offices, their suits and ties, and was willing to accept any task, honest way, allowed to stay afloat. Did a couple of days, the owner of a small rural hotel, on the outskirts of the town, told him what will happen to see him after a week, needed an employee. You would have to clean the rooms once the guests had gone.He was excited, could finally go to the supermarket, buy food, drink a coffee on Sundays at the bar in the corner reading the newspaper at the end and ultimately lead a normal life, what they longed for, above all else.That morning, he showered, fixed the most that could, within its limited means.
It went through the Mall, before his appointment at the hotel, to take borrowed a bit of Cologne, of the samples that had been exposed to customers. I wanted to make a good impression, I wanted that job, more than anything else. He came to the door of the establishment, era of sturdy wood, ancient.At the height of their eyes, had an iron knocker, round and eroded by the use and the passage of the years. He breathed deep, I picked the ring with his hand and shot two dry strokes. He waited a few minutes, but wood only returned him silence. He returned to play, this time, more vigorous form: toc, toc, toc. No one came to his call.
It turned to the House, trying to discover another entry, some way to access the interior. Everything was perfectly closed. Nervous, he screamed open the door, open the door, please. Already about to resign, saw a small paper sign, closed for retirement. Not wise to understand what had happened, she had taken him hair?, could there be people with such evil?, Why? desperate, discouraged, began clubbing the door with latch, screaming and crying, open the door, please open the door. With that call unanswered, almost their last hope was gone. Do you find more articles of this series do not forget to visit us at photo: Edurne Iza text: Onintza Otamendi? Iza can download this photo freely. The only restriction is your sale or lucrative use of the same. Do not forget that whole work belongs to its author, get a good use of it.