There was only one piece of paper missing. He couldn’t find it anywhere. But it was driving him crazy.
He had already gone to the Department twice before.
The first time they said it was “preferable” that he had that specific certificate.
The second time that it was “highly recommended”.
Now, suddenly, it had become a requisite.
It was a simple page of processed timber that proved he had a qualification, which he obviously could demonstrate he knew – the language he spoke.
Yet, a paper could apparently demonstrate it better than his own tongue.
Reason has no limits.
Also part of Weekend Writing Prompt #217