Short Story of the month - August 2009
A vacant condo construction site, one of many that dot the land from coast to coast, border to border from Mexico to Canada. The greedy developer over exstended, gambling ALL IN, with a massive amount of chips on the table. And it all came tumbling down like the house of cards that it was. Now its the banks problem.
An elderly Hispanic Security Guard in his late 60's sits there on the half finished construction site guarding the place against vandals and theives, but mostly just sitting there. Its his gold mine, bored out of his mind. He, and the Security Company he slaves for, are the only ones making any money off the stalled project. It pays the rent and by the looks of things buys plenty of plantains and rice that he stores in his bloated stomach. He looks like he's 9 months pregnant ready to explode at any moment. He's full of poison, noxious gas and shit. He will ride the bitch all the way to the end and then be assigned to another job site where he will sit and ride that bitch for maybe a month, a year, maybe more, who knows? He has ALOT of time to sit and think about it. Alot of time that is until his time runs out and then what? The mystery question for the ages. The question that has plaugued mankind since the dawn of mankind itself. And nobody knows the answer but the dead and they arent talking.
Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead, we're all just waiting on it
Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead, we're all just waiting on Death.
An elderly Hispanic Security Guard in his late 60's sits there on the half finished construction site guarding the place against vandals and theives, but mostly just sitting there. Its his gold mine, bored out of his mind. He, and the Security Company he slaves for, are the only ones making any money off the stalled project. It pays the rent and by the looks of things buys plenty of plantains and rice that he stores in his bloated stomach. He looks like he's 9 months pregnant ready to explode at any moment. He's full of poison, noxious gas and shit. He will ride the bitch all the way to the end and then be assigned to another job site where he will sit and ride that bitch for maybe a month, a year, maybe more, who knows? He has ALOT of time to sit and think about it. Alot of time that is until his time runs out and then what? The mystery question for the ages. The question that has plaugued mankind since the dawn of mankind itself. And nobody knows the answer but the dead and they arent talking.
Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead, we're all just waiting on it
Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead
Day of the Dead, we're all just waiting on Death.
posted by Mark Scott at 4:43 PM
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