Posted Thu Dec 31, 2015 | 217 Words | Tagged story workie

It was raining hard on the day off he had. He was walking in the rain trying to shake the feelings, but it was proving difficult. He thought maybe some fresh air would help. So far it wasn’t helping much. 

He walked under the railway bridge, past the bunch of builders who were busy doing something or another. One of them noticed him and pulled him to one side,

“Mate you ok? You look like the world’s fallen in on you”

He really wanted to just cry it out, but not to some builder. It just didn’t feel right.

The builder just stuck a cigarette in his mouth and told him to breathe on it. Slowly he felt some kind of release. Something felt right about it. His mind, already foggy started to fog up even more. Not with bad thoughts, but empty.

He followed the builder into the portable office building. The builder ordered him to change into the hi-viz jacket and old jeans. His mind numbed away, just complied and slowly put on the gear.

He was put to work, his mind slowly being filled up with his new life. He was always a bricklayer, strong work for a strong lad like himself. Course he could barely read but his good looks were more important.