Tag: Factory Story

First Chapter of my story "Christmas Factory"

1:23 AM Tues­day, 25th Octo­ber 2011 Nate was alone, stand­ing on the foot­path out­side of his apart­ment build­ing, con­fused and unsure of him­self or of the future. He slow­ly walked up the three flights of stairs. His con­fu­sion was most­ly caused by feel­ings he had nev­er felt before and did­n’t know the right names of.…

The hail pound­ed on the fac­to­ry’s tin roof, fill­ing the emp­ty fac­to­ry floor with a deaf­en­ing roar. The offices were bet­ter pro­tect­ed, but the noise was still oppres­sive­ly loud. The lack of pow­er was a big­ger prob­lem. Nate went down stairs and walked through the unused machin­ery, leav­ing foot­prints in the dust. He unlocked and…

After lunch Nate found it dif­fi­cult to con­cen­trate. Ner­vous­ness about the evenings date kept him for focus­ing on his work. He need­ed some­thing to take his mind of it. Cof­fee. He reached for the half full mug on his desk, lift­ed it to his lips and sipped. Cold cof­fee filled his mouth and he spat…

Nate walked back to his office, set the pack­age down on his desk and exam­ined the card. Turn­ing the small cheap busi­ness card over in his fin­gers, exam­in­ing the hand writ­ten phone num­ber. His mind was fix­at­ed with the ten dig­its. Before he could stop him­self images of ‘hap­pi­ly ever after’ flood­ed his imag­i­na­tion. Bri­an…

Nate looked down at his cof­fee soaked busi­ness shirt and then at his emp­ty cof­fee mug. The wet shirt did­n’t real­ly both­er him, but the emp­ty mug did. He put the mug into the sink and unbut­toned his shirt and took it off. Scar­let made her­self a cup of hot water and dropped in a…

He walked through the morn­ing city rain under a small rain­bow coloured umbrel­la that was clear­ly not the sort of umbrel­la he would nor­mal­ly have used. His most­ly dull blue and black clothes con­trast­ed with the bright rain­bow of the umbrel­la. His shoes and the low­er half of his jeans were soaked. Five min­utes ear­li­er…