|copyright Janet Webb|
Melvin couldn’t recall ever having been caught in such rocky circumstances and things weren’t looking to get better any time soon. Granted he’d never really found his niche in life and, certainly, never held a steady job for long, but was that entirely his fault? He could hardly be held responsible for the fact the world had grown so pedestrian that there was no place left for a young man of vision.
That his own family had refused to provide him any aid was galling. That his own father had called him “too uppity to be just another drone” seemed especially unfair.
This story was written for the weekly Friday Fictioneers weekly flash fiction photo prompt