Unneeded — Gordon Brewer

First Chapter

A young man stood behind the counter, staring at the whirling gusts of snow that swept across the nearly deserted Main Street. The weather warnings made him wonder at the necessity of keeping the place open. Still, he needed the hours since living still cost money. Dressed in a fashionable business suit, nearly an exact copy of the one on a nearby mannequin, Glenn pondered his life.

On days like this, foot traffic was non-existent. He could only adjust the shelves of expensive clothing and rearrange the ties to match the shirts on display for so long. After that, it became the tedium of staring out at the dreadful weather. He sighed to himself as he pulled out his phone for the hundredth time that afternoon.

I never started out seeking a soulless career as a salesman in a men’s fashion store!

The funnel-like wind brought in flakes of heavy snow as the narrow window lobby of the store opened to the ring of a bell. Glenn glanced over to see a huddled, coat-heavy pedestrian come into the lobby way, pausing, shaking and stamping his feet to knock off the snow. The man looked out the front door and Glenn suspected the person was just trying to get warm before heading out to the street again.

As he waited for the day’s first customer, Glenn noticed the few hardy souls wandering the…