"What comes to mind when you hear the word 'string'?"
It was an unusual question. Not a conventional approach to employment, surely. But of course, most of them were new to the process. The tiresome task of job interviews. So they were confused; caught off-guard. Most of them. Seconds would tick by on the clock hung on the wall behind the grey-clad panel. After some nervous contemplation, they'd make eye contact again. A short-phrased answer would tumble through their lips, hesitant and cautious.
"Shoe-string"
"The String Theory"
"String cheese"
"String-split in Java, the computer code"
"Guitar strings"
"Strings to tie up brown-paper packages"
"String instruments, like cellos"
"Cats... because... cats and yarn..."
"Heartstrings"
The panel would sit in the stagnant silence that followed, scribbling lightly across their pages and exchanging glances between themselves. Then the woman at the center of the five would nod, stand up, shake the applicant's hand, and gesture to the door.
A shaky pair of legs would hurriedly scurry out, afraid - no, terrified- and not really aware of
what had just happened?
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Strings (PTX AU)
FanfictionAn invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but never break. - Ancient Chinese Proverb
