(previously, part 1) Magnus felt faint. He gripped the doorframe for support, stumbling against his own booted feet. “Close the door and sit,” said the woman. Magnus absently reached for the door, unable to take his eyes off the foreman’s body in front of him, his hands fumbling against air. “Jesus, just sit down,” she…
Month: September 2014
The Factory
Magnus had slaved away at the machine for seven years. Greasing gears. Replacing tubes. Regulating the flow of steam. He had come to know its strengths. Its weaknesses. Its propensity for failure on the hottest days of summer. Though the foreman would be loathe to admit it, Magnus kept the factory running. Few could bear…