HumpDay Quickie #77

Posted: September 9, 2015 in Hump-Day Quickies
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by Steph Ellis

Jagged teeth were already chewing up and spitting out the once hallowed ground. Workmen had learned to ignore the shards of bone that seemed to randomly speckle the freshly-turned soil. The previous residents had been disinterred with all due respect, prayers had been said and the site blessed. At least that was what David Wilson had told his demolition crew.

Georgie watched the men as they finished for the night. He didn’t want to be left alone in the dark with only the silent metal dinosaurs for company. He still didn’t understand why he had been left behind.

“Hey, Georgie. Want to play?”

Behind him was the Man. He didn’t like him. He was another one left behind. But Georgie said nothing. He’d been taught not to talk to strangers. A promise he kept after that last time.

The Man laughed as Georgie ran across to the portacabin, slipped into the bright, warm office where Wilson was already knocking back a bottle of whisky. Georgie noticed he was drinking a lot more now than when he first started the job. That was the Man’s fault. He would do things to the machinery, make noises, frighten both Wilson and the security guard, frighten Georgie. Sometimes there were accidents and people got hurt. The Man said he was only playing.

Yet Georgie liked to sit in the snug little office, it was better than being out in the dark and the cold, better than being alone. And there was something about Wilson. He’d seen him before somewhere. Once.

“Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,” called a voice from outside. “Want to play?”

Georgie put his hands over his ears but he was unable to shut out the Man. His eyes drifted towards Wilson’s desk; the bottom drawer was open and he caught sight of something red towards the back. Curious, he moved closer. Red shoes. He had had shoes like that once. The police had never found them. He looked again at Wilson. Started to remember.

“Oh Georgie,” said the Man, appearing next to him. “Now will you play?”

Georgie nodded. He wanted his shoes back.


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