May 17 2019·
May 17 2019·
A little bit of prose from our newest recruit...
Working for Serafin Jewellery reminds me of losing my virginity - scared naked and afraid. I’ve been told what to do, yet I’m not sure I’m doing any of it right and all I’m getting is half enthused smiles from the people in the room.
I’m here typing whilst sipping at a glass of red, trying to dampen the burning of chilli from the ‘chicken chicken’ I had for dinner. I’ve started up a conversation with the spotted infant we’re babysitting to pass the time. My heart shatters as he paints pictures of walking for miles merely for a single drop of water.
I pull my heavy eyes back from the spongy sandstone as I try to collect my thoughts of the one-eyed pirate perched behind me. He pours over pages from his tattered novel occasionally flicking his eye up to meet mine ensuring that I have not moved from my spot here.
The black and white guard dog cries into the silent black sky alerting neighbours and passersby alike to her presence. The scent of her last kill still lingers in her mouth slowly seeping through bared teeth into the damp sandstone room I find myself in.
Then a cold snap strikes swiftly into the humid air like a bolt of lightening. The heavy oak door heaves open moments later. My captors enter, moving to feed that hound. I peek and see my chance. I’m going to make it out. I make for the door.