Posted Thu Dec 17, 2015 | 186 Words | Tagged story mechanic

He was late again for work and had to hurry off to work. As usual he slowed down and watched the mechanics at the local garage. He wasn’t looking when he walked straight into one of them holding a greasy, oily boiler suit and tied it around his neck, not allowing him to see. The smell was intense and rushed straight to his head and knocked him out for an hour. 

When he awoke he realised he wasn’t dressed in the same clothes. The shoes felt strange and sweaty on his feet. He felt slightly lighter getting up, realising something was off. His mates came round and he started to vaguely remember applying for an apprenticeship and meeting the lads.

Slowly he started to understand things. It was harder than he remembered to think about things, but he was reassured he’d get it eventually. He managed to get his boiler suit even more dirty and enjoyed it as much as the other lads. He’s the one in the middle fixing up the car. He enjoyed it even though he ended up doing it wrong at first.