A Striped Sign

Ever need a sign? Just something small to show you the path to take. Like the spoken phrase from a stranger, the one that echoes your precise heart cry. Or a comet that spells things with its fiery tail. You know, something small like that?

Well I found myself in that precarious state just a month ago. I had somehow duped some people into thinking I was hireable. And with a job offer—and an exciting one at that—came a decision: Do I leave what I know? Do I abandon the deep roots I had been try...