by Sparks In Shadow
The caseworker’s eyes closed, then his eyelids lifted as though counterweights were attached. His chest heaved as his thoughts changed into acceptable words. “You have to come back with the correct information.”
“I won’t have more bus fare until the first.”
“If you wait until then your case’ll be terminated. You’ll have to start over.”
The client looked up from personal papers piled on her lap. “The letter said to bring these.” The caseworker’s stare suggested her appointment was over.
He unwrapped a caramel as the client stood. The fragrant, buttery sugar soothed him. It teased her as she left.