Post by RHETT GUNNAR CARPENTER JR on Jun 16, 2015 23:31:33 GMT
Could it be any hotter was a question that Rhett asked himself day after day during the warming summer months? Rhett always assured himself that “No, no, there cannot be anyway that Wonderland could be any hotter” but each day proved him wrong. And it seemed that each resident in Wonderland had something externally wrong with their houses and businesses. The sun was beating down with a vicious lack of mercy on his body. Why a roof? Why a roof? With temperatures facing near the last nineties, he should be taking frequent breaks with water, but Felix never took them. He wanted to make sure the job was done. His work gloves were little help but it was better than scorching his already blistered hands on the title he was working on. Sweat was stinging his eyes and his head was pounding as a symptom of his decreasing hydration. His clothes were drenched as though he had gotten in a terrible rainstorm before starting this job, but it was evidence of a hot and hard day of work.
There was a ray of hope however. Only a few more tiles left and Rhett would be successful in his venture. He gave a somewhat giddy laugh, pleased that the job was done and that he had helped someone in need during the process. He wondered what time it was and if he would be able to make it in time to another job that he had promised to do in another house. Surely if he only sat in the shade for a few moments, he could make it. He stared blankly at the finished roof for a few minutes, his body so used to the hours of physical labor it took for his single man team to retile a roof that it wasn’t sure what to do. He collected his tools and stood up. His body shook suddenly and he almost tripped forward. “Woah, gotta be careful. No on the job accidents for me,” He rambled to himself, almost approaching delirium. He walked to the ladder and tossed his tools down to the ground.
The woman whose house he was working on was not home. He had been hired by letter and had been paid in full prior to his work. He had never met her and she surely had not met him past his reputation. He wished she was home though. He wanted her to see his work to make sure it was acceptable. He got back down on his hands and knees, slipping back so he could get on the ladder. He took a step down and it was like someone turned off his “on switch”. His body shook and jerked before he collapsed, falling off the roof. There was no yell, no scream. There was just Rhett trying to figure out in his head what was going on. He scrambled, trying to grab for the ladder but it was too late. His right shoulder, wrist and leg impacted the ground. He did yell out this time as he rolled over on the grass so he was on his back. He could feel the sun’s rays baking him. But where was the sun? Where was any…
Blackness.
NIKKOLA LYNN PATTON
Notes: I made you a thing! *is proud of this thing*
There was a ray of hope however. Only a few more tiles left and Rhett would be successful in his venture. He gave a somewhat giddy laugh, pleased that the job was done and that he had helped someone in need during the process. He wondered what time it was and if he would be able to make it in time to another job that he had promised to do in another house. Surely if he only sat in the shade for a few moments, he could make it. He stared blankly at the finished roof for a few minutes, his body so used to the hours of physical labor it took for his single man team to retile a roof that it wasn’t sure what to do. He collected his tools and stood up. His body shook suddenly and he almost tripped forward. “Woah, gotta be careful. No on the job accidents for me,” He rambled to himself, almost approaching delirium. He walked to the ladder and tossed his tools down to the ground.
The woman whose house he was working on was not home. He had been hired by letter and had been paid in full prior to his work. He had never met her and she surely had not met him past his reputation. He wished she was home though. He wanted her to see his work to make sure it was acceptable. He got back down on his hands and knees, slipping back so he could get on the ladder. He took a step down and it was like someone turned off his “on switch”. His body shook and jerked before he collapsed, falling off the roof. There was no yell, no scream. There was just Rhett trying to figure out in his head what was going on. He scrambled, trying to grab for the ladder but it was too late. His right shoulder, wrist and leg impacted the ground. He did yell out this time as he rolled over on the grass so he was on his back. He could feel the sun’s rays baking him. But where was the sun? Where was any…
Blackness.
NIKKOLA LYNN PATTON
Notes: I made you a thing! *is proud of this thing*
