Posted Sun Feb 7, 2016 | 127 Words | Tagged story workie submission

Orange Workie :)

You wake up in the room. There’s nothing else around apart from darkness. You can see yourself. You’re dressed in rubber hi-viz and nothing else. You start to feel, there’s no other clothing but the hi-viz.

Then you start to think. Thinking taking a process. You had a name? Maybe. You couldn’t find it. All you remember is rubber and pleasing sir. Sir? That sounds right doesn’t it.

Sir gave you a new set of rubber you need to get dirty. Being clean and new is a punishment. You remember disobeying Sir, and how he was punishing you with the new waders. Now you have to get them muddy and stinky to make you feel right again. After all, being dirty was your orders.