Thursday 31 July 2014

Builder's lad

A white van pulls up outside a greasy spoon, it's not yet 9am, they're going for their pre-work artery toughening and tea. 

He gets out of the passenger side, he's wearing jogging bottoms and a tshirt. He shuts the door behind him and makes his way to the pavement round the back of the van. He wedges a tabloid under his arm. Every day he goes out for a full English before he sets to work, every day he downs gallons of strong tea, not much milk, plenty of sugar but he doesn't do that every day, not really. He looks awkward, he's too slight and too clean for this line of work.  Later on someone will contemplate sending him out for a long stand, just to see if he'll fall for it. His dad gets out of the other side of the van and leads him into the cafe so he can learn at least one important lesson during his unofficial work experience over the summer holidays.

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