Dreyfus Goes to the Library
City Libraries can be hauntingly beautiful with a palpable air of stoicism; yet slippery and altogether unforgiving mistresses – especially during the bleaker months. The principal appeal of working in one, Dreyfus thought to himself, would be the benefit of any prospective boss being constrained by his/her surroundings and unable to chastise him as vocally as they might like; something to which Dreyfus had grown accustomed throughout his not so glittering career working at call-centers and ostrich-burger vans; those ostriches could be so hard-nosed at times.
Running a hand through his waxen brown hair before accidentally tucking his shirt into his pants, Dreyfus looked into the mirror and liked what he saw. He grinned, terrifyingly, and adjusted his brown clip-on tie; the appropriate accoutrement to the unconvincing veneer of ‘prospective employee’, a look which could be tweaked to suit weddings/funerals, 1920-60 fancy-dress costume and ‘appropriately smart attire’ for any imminent court appearances – it was surprising how often they seemed to pop-up Dreyfus thought to himself, his quizzical expression reflecting back at him. To a distant observer unfamiliar with the concept of reflective surfaces, it would appear as if two uncannily similar individuals were staring gormlessly at each other in an absurdist stand-off – imagine that if you will.