The Job Interview: A Collection of Short Stories
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The cover story features Cassie, an 80 year old woman who wants a job. The guy giving the interview is out of this world. He's offering fantastic health benefits, as in the Fountain of Youth. But still, the cost may be too high.
Another story contemplates that the fate of nations may hang by the sharp edge of a knife forged long ago for an assassin. Or maybe not.
In true science fiction fashion, a short read asks, If you had it to do over again, could you swallow your pride and ask for help or would the cost be too high? Why make war? We can do it all by computer. But then again, what will the computers want for the dirty deeds?
A final selection features four old vets and a kid, hanging around the bar's TV, watching the wall come down. Is it the end of nightmares, or the beginning?
Mike Shepherd
Hi, I'm Mike. I wrote for a while as Mike Moscoe, then rebranded myself as Mike Shepherd. I've been writing science fiction for over 25 years. You can find my books in print in many retailers and on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and D2D.
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The Job Interview - Mike Shepherd
The Job Interview: A Collection of Short Stories
Mike Shepherd
Published by KL&MM Books, 2017.
The Job Interview
A Collection of Short Stories
Mike Shepherd
KL & MM Books
Published by KL & MM Books
June
2017
Copyright © 2017 by Mike Moscoe
Revision
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Contents
Acknowledgments
Foreword
Introduction to The Job Interview
The Job Interview
Introduction to A Sharp Twist to Destiny
A Sharp Twist to Destiny
Introduction to One Picture is Worth…
One Picture is Worth…
Afterward to One Picture is Worth…
Introduction to Friday Night is Date Night
Friday Night is Date Night
Afterward to Friday Night is Date Night
Introduction to To Lasso a Divine Wind
To Lasso a Divine Wind
Introduction to A Long Stay in the Trenches
A Long Stay in the Trenches
Introduction to Too Smart Weapons
Too Smart Weapons
Afterward to Too Smart Weapons
Introduction to An End to Nightmares
An End to Nightmares
Afterward to An End to Nightmares
Introduction to What Will You Give Me for a Used…
What Will You Give Me for a Used…
Afterword for What Will You Give Me for a Used…
About the Author
Also by Mike Shepherd
Acknowledgments
Several of these stories have appeared in magazines and anthologies. Acknowledgments are due the following editors and publishers.
The Job Interview,
Analog Magazine of Science Fiction and Fact,
May
,
2002
.
One Picture is Worth . . .,
Analog Magazine of Science Fiction and Fact, Mid
December
,
1993
.
Friday Night is Date Night,
Aboriginal SF,
Summer
,
1992
.
Lasso the Divine Wind,
Time after Time Anthology, Marty Greenberg, Ed.,
November
05
.
A Sharp Twist to Destiny,
Swordplay Anthology, Denise Little, Ed.,
June
09
.
All other content is
copyright
2011
Foreword
In my first collections of stories, I promised some good reads and the stories behind those reads for anyone interested or anyone thinking of becoming a writer and wondering what it’s about.
In this collection, many are about those who wear the uniform.
The Job Interview,
and other stories cover several of my early stories as well as some of my most recent ones. For those of you familiar with my Kris Longknife stories, you will find a lot of hints at what was
to
come
.
Introduction to The Job Interview
The Job Interview
started out as just a study in place
while I was taking a writing workshop. I was sent off to a casino and told to write a story placed in that setting.
I nailed the setting, but as a story it wandered all over the place, with no real human focus.
I set it aside for a year and reflected on it. Then, I sat down and wrote a completely different manuscript. It was still about Casi and her problems, but this version stayed tightly focused on her and her past. Boy, did her past come alive! I’m still thinking there’s a novel in there.
This second attempt sold to Analog and made it to the initial Nebula ballot. I hope you’ll enjoy Cassie and her somewhat unusual approach to life, aging, and a job interview.
The Job Interview
In the deep shadows of the casino bar, Casi collapsed into the offered chair; it wasn’t her arthritis that made her knees go to jelly. Digging madly through the dust bin that was her brain of late, she struggled to find some of the courage that had gotten her through so much of her eighty-five years. She kept her eyes down and didn’t allow herself to stare at the stranger settling into the chair across from her. Either Casi was going crazy, or the guy was an alien . . . not as in south of the border, more like south of the
Milky
Way
.
The young barmaid immediately showed up to take their order; the hostess took in the stranger in the blue three-piece suit without even a blink. Didn’t she see the line where the nose had been glued on? How many four foot tall men walked in here with the fluid dexterity of something with no knees, probably no bones?
A, ah, tonic water,
Casi stuttered.
Same for me,
came from across the table. The stranger’s lips moved, but Casi swore the sound came from somewhere under
the
nose
.
Coming right up,
the waitress said and left without a backward glance. Well, the casino bar was dimly lit and the light over the table was off. Its breaker must have been thrown as part of the construction work that wrapped the smell of dust and plywood around Casi and drove the other customers to cluster closer to the door. Still, in the minutes since the stranger had tugged politely at Casi’s sleeve, said Since you are wearing the red feather boa, you must be the woman I have come to talk with,
and steered her toward the bar, there was no denying the obvious. This stranger did not belong to the Earth Casi had spent the last eight and a half
decades
on
.
But aliens only exist in movies or TV, the rational part of her brain insisted. Casi liked that reasonable part of her; it was always good for a laugh.
Right, and never date a pilot, and the North Koreans will never come south, she reminded her smart self of only a few of the rules that had not worked in her life. Face it, gal, that makeup isn’t covering this guy’s skin all that well. Look at the play of colors sweeping
over
him
.
Maybe it’s just the reflection of the neon lights from the beer signs behind the bar, her rational self offered lamely.
Give it a rest, Casi told her conservative voice. She’d always been one for second thoughts, just never one to pay them any mind. She’d come here to talk about a job; she should have known no one on Earth had any use for a worn-out relic
like
her
.
The stranger seemed satisfied with the silence so it stretched while they waited for their drinks. Casi had an hour until bed check at Stalag Elder Care as she called the assisted living center her daughter and granddaughter had sentenced her to after she broke her leg skiing. Mom, it could have been your hip, and then you’d be totally up the creek. You can’t keep acting like you’re Ellie.
Honey, I wasn’t half as rational as Ellie when I was her age,
got a giggle from her granddaughter and a scowl from her daughter . . . and didn’t get Casi back into her
own
home
.
Getting comfortable in her chair, Casi wondered how many other little old ladies, or spry young chicks for that matter, would have taken one look at this stranger and made a beeline for the door. Then again, Casi had never let first impressions scare her off. Casi centered herself for what would have to be the conversation of a very long life. Silently, she muttered a Christian prayer, a Buddhist mantra and a Don’t fuck this up,
from Steve, and waited for this man . . . no creature . . . well, potential associate . . . to take
the
lead
.
The drinks arrived. As the hostess departed, the stranger lifted his glass. Casi leaned forward and did the same. As the two glasses touched in toast, the stranger spoke. "You have lived a most
interesting
life
."
Casi could only smile at the memories. I wasn’t bored very often,
she agreed.
Cassandra Shepherd, we want you to teach our young,
was accompanied by a bluish brown tinge to his skin that the make-up could
not
hide
.
Casi gulped and took a long pull on her tonic water. She wished she’d ordered a scotch, straight up. Strong. Ah, I thought you’d want to talk to me a little about my experience before we got down to business.
As you must have concluded by now,
the stranger said with a boneless wave at himself, "I was not born on the same planet as you. My race is very old. Most of us have passed several hundreds of your centuries through our lives. Our young need to learn, to taste the experiences of other lives. All your messages on the Old Farts internet discussion group had such intriguing flairs and twists to them. Your memoirs that you sent me were very helpful. Not just all the things you did, but what you thought about them, both when they were happening to you and now that you have had time to reflect. You made my decision
very
easy
."
But what about my decision? Casi kept to herself. When I was swapping e-mails with you, I figured you for a kids’ daycare that needed a nice old lady to tell the preschoolers stories. What have I got
myself
into
?
I think you will find our work very rewarding,
the stranger continued. "In return for you sharing your experiences with our youth, we can offer you a long, healthy and comfortable life with us. I notice that you are using
a
cane
."
Casi snorted at that bit of redirection. So that was the coin the stranger offered – and wanted. For her memories, he would barter immortality among the stars. Casi made a face at the stick that had become her third leg now that an arthritic hip had robbed her of balance. My mom swore I learned to prance before I could walk,
the old woman chuckled at another woman’s hyperbole. Casi reached for the cane, fingered its well worn wood . . . and remembered.
Breathing heavily, Casi glanced back at the assisted living residence, huddled low and unassuming beside the beach. No one had followed her; she’d slipped out while all the other staff was busy with another one of Mrs. Breckenridge’s tantrums. Casi shook her head ruefully. The gal who’d shimmied under the air base fence in England back in ‘44 and raced to get to the unauthorized dance at the Victoria Inn was now reduced to using diversions to cover her hobbling.
At the beach stairs, the wind and salty air whipped at her coat, ruffled the red boa at her throat . . . and stole her warmth. Any other day, she would have limped back to her room. Today, she took the steps one at a time, first set the cane solidly in place on the next step down, then got a firm grip on the handrail, finally move the good knee down, then the bad one. Damn, what a way
to
live
.
But the sun caught her eye. On the Oregon coast, most days the sun just vanished into a cloud bank an hour or two before sunset. Not today. You could almost see the ocean sizzle as the sun touched it. Casi paused for a moment on the last step, leaning on the rail to catch her breath . . . and blinked back tears.
The sun had been low outside the window while she clutched Steve’s hand, kept him company one last time as the darkness came for him. She watched each labored breath. The long illness had turned pasty the face once so tanned and handsome. Through the window, the setting sun rouged his brows to false health. It took her a few minutes to realize that there had not been a next breath for quite a while. She etched the gentle smile on his face into her memory.
Here, at the home, she wondered who would hold her hand when the darkness came for her. So many of the women died alone in their rooms, forgotten by those they’d given life, a life that had become so full and hectic that it left little time for what couldn’t be scheduled several months ahead in their day planners.
Casi shivered as the breeze again ruffled the feather boa at her neck and glanced up the beach to the casino. No use sitting around waiting for death, not while there were still plenty of good miles in her. A job was just what she needed to get her off
her
duff
.
We love our children very much,
the stranger changed the topic, and drew Casi away from recent memories. I have often watched you among the children here at the casino.
I never saw you before,
Casi said, still off balance. Who is this guy? No, what is this guy? Since the stranger was barely four feet tall and walked with a catchy bowlegged roll, she would have noticed him in the casino.
His skin turned uniformly blue under the makeup for a moment, and he uttered a sharp bark of a laugh. "We have other ways of observing that do not require our presence, I assure you. But one thing I have never understood. You are always in disagreement at the casino with Windy Half-Moon, the tribe’s wise woman. She says the children belong in the free daycare the tribe established for them, not loitering around the casino. The law forbids anyone under twenty-one to cross the line between the foyer and the many rows of slots and other gambling machines. Why do you argue that the children should be permitted to just stand around? Certainly that must be boring
for
them
."
Casi nodded, still trying to absorb all that the stranger had thrown at her. As she had so often in life, she put her mouth in gear while her brain was busy elsewhere. We were in Korea in nineteen-fifty,
she began. And the memories came
flooding
back
.
Casi watched Steve peer at the low flying airplane. His lips were tightly pursed, but there was a tremble to his chin. His war was coming back to haunt him again. Casi glanced at the plane; it rose into the warm blue sky as it skipped over the stark Korean mountains, then dropped down to race along the valley that held the mission clinic and orphanage. Honey, I think we have a problem,
Steve sighed.
Casi hastened to him, an orphan on one hip, their own Beth on the other. From the wash hut, Reverend Dunlap and his wife stepped off the distance to the billowing laundry on the clothes line, each carrying a load of diapers, fresh from a boil over a wood fire. Behind them, unwed mothers used wooden paddles to stir the large iron pot and pulled more diapers from it, dumping them on the stone floor
to
cool
.
What kind of airplane was that?
Casi asked, watching the single engine, low wing plane as it rose to scale the next ridge, then dropped out of sight. It didn’t look like any she’d seen over England during the war. Or those pinned up on club walls to encourage gunners to learn them – and shoot
them
down
.
That’s not a mustang, Casi. If I remember right it’s a Russian Mig or Lag. Markings are North Korean.
Casi glanced north, to where the demarcation line between the two Koreas lay less than a hundred miles over the next hill. Steve followed her gaze. If it’s this far south,
he said, it won’t be alone.
Casi turned to where the missionary was hanging diapers over the clothes line to dry. They’d signed on to work here for two years; Steve’s penance for all the death he’d delivered in the war. Rev, have you listened to the radio today?
she called.
Reverend Dunlap shook his head. The radio was for providing hymns at evening, after a long day of doing what needed done, not for sitting around while the sun was up and work was waiting.
Love, I’ll go hear what can be heard,
the Rev’s wife said, finishing her load of laundry. She and Steve headed for the parsonage while the old minister turned back for another load of diapers. Casi pulled two dried ones from the line and began changing her two infants right there in the warm sunlight. She was just