It’s Tuesday as far as he concerns which he wasn’t concern a lot. He woke up and went about his day. Nothing special, he just got an interview for a managerial position. He’s not happy, he’s not sad, as he never really talks unless there is importance to it. The sky is blue, something is a bit off as the color slowly fades away. He doesn’t mind and just go on about his day. The name is K.
Now that he sits, he faces the interviewer. Both his interviewer and K is just content, even if there was an earthquake, they wouldn’t move an inch.
The interviewer starts, “How you doing?
K doesn’t respond, after a while the interviewer adds another question, “Aren’t you excited? This is a job of a lifetime”. K remains silent.
“Not much of a talker, are you? Well, let’s get started”, K wants to say something, but instead he nods.
“What makes you think that you qualify for the job?”, K tries to open the mouth to say words, but he can’t.
“You should have opened the mouth before” K frowns, anticipating what happens.
“Now let me ask you, are you good with your hands?” Once again, K wants to reply but he can’t, but his hands slowly stand up and talk, “Sir, we were doing alright at times, but some bloods can’t simply be washed away”. K panics. He tries to turn down his hands to no avail. They turn by themselves. As if they are their own entities.
And all of the questions from the interviewer are aimed to every inch of K's body. One by one, in turn, as if the interview strip down all K's secret. K sits there as silent witness
The interviewer says to K, “Well, buddy, it seems that you are long way from home. You did what you did, and so I guess it’s my turn. We both has another to answer to”.
The book is closed.
They conform to the conformity.
And K will never see the village he left for good.
