BabyHeadCrab
The Freeman
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2003
- Messages
- 23
- Reaction score
- 602
Scott Drandik was thirty-seven years old, single and almost entirely bald. He was barely 5'5" and had a belly that protruded awkwardly from his spindly frame. One evening as Scott left his apartment perched atop the local barbershop, he noticed a marble rolling its way past the curb as if dropped out of a moving vehicle. Scott picked up the marble and began to examine it, running his fingers around the sphere and examining every intricacy. After thoroughly inspecting the curious object Scott slipped it in his pocket and climbed cautiously into his aging '94 Camry. Driving to work, Scott fingered the Marble with one hand and began to fantasize about simpler times. As a child he would watch the other children play ball, sitting inside the house compulsively feeding the marble roller, watching excitedly each time as the marble cruised down it's pre-determined path and rolled smoothly into the saucer only to begin its journey again.
Scott pulled his Camry into the parking lot and hesitated before punching into work, he regretted dropping out of college and resented his co-workers for doing the same. Shrugging off his past Scott scrambled for his work uniform and hat and made his way towards to the giant steel double-doors. Scott was responsible for one of three-hundred operating terminals in a plant that created adhesive for packaging, post-it notes and childhood toys. Upon clocking in and inspecting the vats, mixers and power generators Scott made time to once again roll the marble between his bumbling spindly fingers. What, he wondered, did finding this marble mean for him - surely it was his way out of this mundane lifestyle. Scott placed the marble gently back into the breast pocket of his freshly ironed work shirt and took a seat at his observation terminal. The location manager, Sancho, was a Portuguese immigrant and the hardest working man Scott knew besides his dead father. Sancho was a Vietnam War veteran and walked with a severe limp, unmistakable for miles.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking, Scott, and I want to promote you" Sancho said in a gruff nonchalant manner. "I want you to be our new communications specialist"
Scott furiously fingered the marble through his pocket, anxiously pondering if he wanted to remain in this field of work.
"Thank you, sir, but you must be kidding, I can't even communicate with my cat and I have no family"
"Well you'll be talking to a lower life form than cats or dogs, you'll be talking with management and corporate schmucks"
"Sir, I...." lost in his train of thought Scott pulled the marble out of his pocket and looked inquisitively into the purple tinted marble as if to ask it for advice. "I'd love the job, when do I start?"
"Tomorrow, I want you to start tomorrow, you'll be working from home - I don't need to see your pretty ass around here anymore, get yourself a woman.. and for ****s sake Scott, lose that pot belly"
With a wavy crooked grin Scott decided to punch out early, seeing as he wasn't planning on doing any actual work for the rest of his day shift anyways. Sancho put his large calloused hand on Scott's shoulder and grinned ear to ear chewing off the last bit of his cigar and spitting the remnants to the floor. "Boy, you need to live, take yourself a break and get a few drinks on me" Sancho put a crumbled dollar bill into his breast pocket alongside the marble and all but pushed Scott on his way.
Scott scurried back to his Camry and drove more confidently than ever back to his apartment. Turning on the television and loosening his belt a few notches Scott felt as if his life could not have been better. Was it the marble? He wondered, again rolling it around his fingers and watching it change colors as the light from the flickering television bounced off the small sphere.
to be continued... [3:47AM here, just needed to get some free writing in]
Scott pulled his Camry into the parking lot and hesitated before punching into work, he regretted dropping out of college and resented his co-workers for doing the same. Shrugging off his past Scott scrambled for his work uniform and hat and made his way towards to the giant steel double-doors. Scott was responsible for one of three-hundred operating terminals in a plant that created adhesive for packaging, post-it notes and childhood toys. Upon clocking in and inspecting the vats, mixers and power generators Scott made time to once again roll the marble between his bumbling spindly fingers. What, he wondered, did finding this marble mean for him - surely it was his way out of this mundane lifestyle. Scott placed the marble gently back into the breast pocket of his freshly ironed work shirt and took a seat at his observation terminal. The location manager, Sancho, was a Portuguese immigrant and the hardest working man Scott knew besides his dead father. Sancho was a Vietnam War veteran and walked with a severe limp, unmistakable for miles.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking, Scott, and I want to promote you" Sancho said in a gruff nonchalant manner. "I want you to be our new communications specialist"
Scott furiously fingered the marble through his pocket, anxiously pondering if he wanted to remain in this field of work.
"Thank you, sir, but you must be kidding, I can't even communicate with my cat and I have no family"
"Well you'll be talking to a lower life form than cats or dogs, you'll be talking with management and corporate schmucks"
"Sir, I...." lost in his train of thought Scott pulled the marble out of his pocket and looked inquisitively into the purple tinted marble as if to ask it for advice. "I'd love the job, when do I start?"
"Tomorrow, I want you to start tomorrow, you'll be working from home - I don't need to see your pretty ass around here anymore, get yourself a woman.. and for ****s sake Scott, lose that pot belly"
With a wavy crooked grin Scott decided to punch out early, seeing as he wasn't planning on doing any actual work for the rest of his day shift anyways. Sancho put his large calloused hand on Scott's shoulder and grinned ear to ear chewing off the last bit of his cigar and spitting the remnants to the floor. "Boy, you need to live, take yourself a break and get a few drinks on me" Sancho put a crumbled dollar bill into his breast pocket alongside the marble and all but pushed Scott on his way.
Scott scurried back to his Camry and drove more confidently than ever back to his apartment. Turning on the television and loosening his belt a few notches Scott felt as if his life could not have been better. Was it the marble? He wondered, again rolling it around his fingers and watching it change colors as the light from the flickering television bounced off the small sphere.
to be continued... [3:47AM here, just needed to get some free writing in]
