Marc stood across the street from the building waiting for the light to change. He could already feel the knot forming in his gut as he looked up at the modern office complex. He lost his last job three months earlier when the company he’d worked at for nearly a decade went belly up.
He was running through his savings and he desperately needed a job, but nobody was hiring these days. A dozen interviews but no offers so far.
The light changed. Marc took a deep breath and crossed the street. Maybe this time, he thought, maybe this time.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.