Photo by Arun Sharma on Unsplash
Evan was the last one to be called in for the interview.
He knocked and entered a stark room, with the interviewer seated behind a simple desk.
“Good morning,” Evan greeted him cordially.
The interviewer smiled, “It is indeed, but not for you, Mr. Durand. Based on the litany of complaints of cruelty against you, we’ve decided that you deserve to be in…”
“Hold that thought,” Evan butted in, and getting up, walked closer to the interviewer.
“Wh…wh…what is the meaning of this impertinence?” the interviewer stuttered.
“Just a minute,” Evan raised his hand, and then, forced the interviewer’s mouth open.
The interviewer tried to protest, but Evan kept on shushing him.
Finally, Evan drew back, and said, “It’s as I suspected. When was the last time you visited a dentist?”
The interviewer stammered, “Never. Why?”
Evan replied, “Well, if this condition is left untreated, you could soon be in endless agony.”
The interviewer was panicking now, “So treat it, I beg of you.”
Evan smiled, and answered, “I could…but you were just talking about sending me somewhere.”
“Ohhh thaaat?” St. Peter exclaimed, “I was just going to tell you that you deserve to be in…heaven!”
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200 words.
Written as a part of Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Donna B. McNicol.
jagahdilmein 
Bwahahaha – loved it!!!
My take on the photo: https://dbmcnicol.com/sunday-photo-fiction-the-room/
Thank you so much Donna.