At an unremarkable kitchen table, Lawrence poured another, possibly his fifth--it was scarcely noon. Yesterday’s farewell cake in the faculty lounge officially extinguished the only thing that ever tamed his vice. He wasn’t exactly forced out, but only a fool would forgo the incentive package, and the trending technology was becoming overwhelming. He jotted a list of possible alternatives: gardening, jogging, traveling, romance. Defeated, he exchanged the pen for the victor and drained the rocks glass.
Minutes later, a brief stroll led him to the corner convenience store. At the newsstand, he feverishly scanned the employment classifieds.
Minutes later, a brief stroll led him to the corner convenience store. At the newsstand, he feverishly scanned the employment classifieds.
