Meta Fiction Short Story
Jeff Gordman was exhausted from the constant attacks. Despite being only 27, he looked like he was 40, with a receding hairline and wrinkles from constant stress. He tried to dress smart, public appearance was everything after all, but his only suit was worn and discolored. Nothing was going right for him lately, or even for the past two years. Jeff was the head of a union called the Radical Workers Union. Ten years ago, it was prospering, as the Great Depression made people thankful for the protection that a union gave them. His union had successfully fought for higher wages and shorter hours for its workers while most people were getting laid off. The members had celebrated the union then, but now things are different. To Jeff, it seems like everyone had forgotten what the union had done for them. Most people seemed to think that the company raised wages out of respect for the workers, or that...