This is the last Thursday in October, and marks the last of the Macabre Macaroni stories. You guys have been great, and I really appreciate your support and encouragement.

A Downward Economy

A dainty hand with a small flag came up from a low walled cubicle. The voice over the speakers said, “Number thirty-seven. Now serving number thirty-seven.”

He stepped forward and took a seat across the desk from a petite brunette.

She looked over the papers, taking her time before she spoke. “It says here that you’re looking for work as a tour captain, or possibly in the fishing industry. Is that right?”

“That is correct. I have a lot of experience around boats.”

“Your experience is admirable, but those are hard jobs with long hours. Quite frankly, you’re getting on in years.”

“That won’t be a problem, I assure you. My experience is–

“Yes, yes, it’s impeccable. Why…