The white feather

The car front coming from nowhere provoked a sudden clumsy fluttering. Next car’s tyres rolled on the bird. Part of its smashed body and feathers got stuck on the tyre. A second and a third car turned the dove into minced meat, leaving a white feather on the road asphalt.

The interview

I’d been selected for a job interview. I’ve always been among the best experts in my job. After the introduction, the employer asked me five questions I was unable to respond. I was desolated. The employer told me “O.K., you are hired. You’ve passed the exam. Who can’t answer passes”