Glyph 004

Every Monday, I’ll be posting snippets of a story I wrote called Glyph. It’s rough and unfinished but should be entertaining. Here’s part four.

Chapter Two

Duncan had kept a meticulous record of every job he applied for. Every record included the original posting, the job description, the person specification, a copy of his application including his personal statement. Each record was sorted into date order of application deadlines. Each application was a small improvement on the last. The last item of each record was a rejection letter, or a page with a simple red cross on it if there wasn’t a response. Duncan had kept three hundred and twenty eight records of unsuccessful application for every position he could. Including several letters enquiring about internships or volunteering. He kept copies of the records digitally in several places, keeping them in sync but also had four binders of paper copies on the second-hand desk in his one room flat.

Record number three hundred and twenty nine was opened. Duncan inserted the final item: a letter inviting him to an interview with regards to becoming a volunteer at The Intramunicipal Museum. The letter had been stuck to his concrete wall for a week to remind him and to revel in it a little. It was only volunteering, but Duncan felt he had something to prove. Duncan was bright. Not a high grade student but a solid performer all the way through his educational career. It was down to Duncan never forgetting anything. Everything he heard, saw and read was stored away and instantly recalled. All standards tests said that Duncan wasn’t a savant or even struggled with containing that much information. He could just store it away. It made all of his teachers and lecturers unnerved as he sat there without making any notes. It didn’t make him popular with them either when he pointed out their contradictions.

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