The yard (Semper)
Nov 15, 2013 7:57:09 GMT -5
Post by semper on Nov 15, 2013 7:57:09 GMT -5
Mahogany Booker
I need another story
Something to get off my chest
My life gets kind of boring
Need something that I can confess
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I don’t even have a legitimate reason for bugging this guy anymore – he’s just getting madder and madder and I find it quite comical. My nose hurts like hell, though, so I know now for certain that he won’t be afraid to throw more punches. I need to watch my mouth, honestly, but how many people have I come across that reacted this violently to my jests? Very, very few, I can tell you that. This is the first time I’ve ever been slugged on the face; I raise a bloodied hand up and stroke the little tuft of beard on my face. ”Well, whatever you do, don’t mess my little beard up.”
The guy drags me into the factory – or whatever it is – and I can see that there’s quite a bit of production going on. I don’t know what it is but it’s very mechanical and rather loud. My face twists up with the thought ’well the noise is rather inconvenient’ and I try to catch up to him, hobbling along on my peg-leg. I should have known that he would have me doing the dirty work: he says I’m to take the bins out into the yard and toss the trash away, and so of course the bins are chock full of all types of things that can cut me up. ”Oh, goodie,” I mumble, reaching over to take a bin. Luckily the thing has wheels on it or else there’s no way in hell I’d be able to move it. I carefully take hold of the rim and start to pull on it when the guy comes back with a tissue and hands it to me. ”Oh, thank you, you’re so kind.” I give a stupid grin and shove the tissue up my nose haphazardly. Then I wriggle my eyebrows at him. ”I’ll see you later, lover boy, alright?”