November 14, 2008

Clouds in the Ground (part 1)

And the rain hailed down rendering the concrete pavement outside into grey puddles, the reflection gave the illusion that the ground went on forever into the sky. Robert sat at his desk in the mailroom talking to the phone struggling to hear over the thunderous downpour outside.
"I said mark the fucking thing as 'urgent', what the fuck is wrong with you? You retarded or what!?" Mr Jones screamed through the phone from the tenth floor to the where Robert sat.

The basement where the mailroom is situated didn't even have a number, one could say it was at minus one level, a negative integer. Robert stared out his tiny window looking onto the pavement, at this level it was more like he was looking across it. He found himself lost in the pavements reflection for a short while, heaven's sky leading endlessly into Hell, thinking of the irony he chuckled to himself. Once again his sense of humor went unappreciated by the mass of shadows that reside in the mailrooms corners and crevices.

For ten years Robert wasted away in that room, the shadows never back answered him nor were they sympathetic when he cried, the room was decorated only by shards of thought pertaining to what he could have been and what he wanted to be. One shard in particular was his "Life goal list" taped to the wall complete with date stamp, eight years, seven months, two weeks and five days old. The list now clings onto the flimsy tape, faded, covered in dust and consumed by the unkind shadows...

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