Position Available   The sign had yellowed in the sun: POSITION AVAILABLE, ENQUIRE WITHIN. I thought I’d try my luck, thought I knew one fish   from another — which fork, which hammer. My instincts were sound. I knocked, waited, then gently eased my way in, wondering what lies   would be justified, what rules could be bent just a little, and would they have a mission for me — not the smell but what it meant?     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont June 2015