Man, Waist Deep in Creek

Fiction

Palonna yelled something across the assembly line.

The mouth movements and his eye sockets looked like it might be an emergency.

Gardle almost yanked off his NRR 22’s, mandatory hearing protection for assemblers and fork truck drivers.

Gardle had Airpods in, blasting Blitz, a band one was expected to stop liking by the age of twenty-four.…there’s blood on the streets and the streets are ours…

Airpods were against regulations at Entrytech. Somehow assemblers were supposed to concentrate on a job they repeated seven hundred and twenty times in a shift.

Gardle shook his glove off his left hand, reached under his hi-viz muff, and yanked out his left Airpod, covering it in his fist so Berardo, the sycophant foreman wouldn’t write him up.