flutist-is-me

A faceless shadow, an empty shell without a name. That's all he was to the world. An anonymous passerby. Or so it seemed. It was the height of the Great Depression, and Rich Morrison had just lost his job at the department store he worked at a few miles from his house. The store had been on a downward spiral for a few months now, and today was the day it finally went out of business. The store's demise was inevitable, but no one had expected it to shut down this soon. Everyone at the store simply received a memo stating that the business was shutting down and that the next day of work would be their last. Perhaps it was this that made Rich fe