Helen Proskow November 8, 2011

 

Sitting there mesmerized, holding his face with leathered hands was the hardest worker at the Mill. Among the silence creeping around him capturing with a steady sigh. The taste of fresh lighten cigarette smoke wafting thought a musty air ,where this tattered old man has live for most his life.

“Where did my life go?” Whispered the old man as he took a drag of his menthol cigarette

“Why am I still here?”  With a Sigh “What was my motive the leave my wife a children after that one night?” speaking with frustration in his tone “I know should have stayed at work. Why did I go out the boys that night? Stupid idea my wife hates my guts and probably told them awful things about me!” as tears were flowing in his eyes.  “My children will they probably don’t even know me anymore my…”

The frigged old man with crystal blue eyes started to cry hysterically heard the intercom announce “BREAK TIME OVER!”

He put out his cigarette like nothing happened and could on his years working at the Mill. He died at age 75 from lung cancer.