Sunday, September 20, 2009

From Dream to Reality

The plant rumbled and shook loudly through Ralph's earplugs. It wasn't just noise, though. The plant was talking, and she wasn't happy this morning. A conveyor roller squeaked above the rumble, competing for attention with a loose drive belt on one of the ground floor pumps. The vibration in the plant beat louder every few seconds, then softer, shaking the structural bracing till it clattered. The raw coal screens were out of synchronisation again.

Black dirty water poured, out of control, from the ground floor to swirl around half blocked drains. Ralph splashed his way to the front door. He glimpsed the product stackers out in the yard as he went inside, teasing him with tiny wisps of product that drifted onto stockpiles that were still far too small.

Ralph sighed heavily as he started up the three flights of stairs to his office. One foot in front of the other, gripping the handrail for support, he shuffled to the top. Being the manager wasn't what he'd dreamt it would be. Now, he hated Monday's more than ever.

2 comments:

Mattrozzi said...

Nice imagery here. I wonder what it would be like to walk in Ralph's shoes? Ralph seemed at odds with his environment in the last paragraph. Perhaps a more surprising and maybe interesting last paragraph would have Ralph loving his part within the wheels of industry...

Bernard S. Jansen said...

Fair comment. I was going for the bleak, depressing atmosphere and simply followed that through.

I might give an alternate ending a go...