In this week’s piece of flash fiction, I attempt to explain things. What things? Well, how about everything? Enjoy!
“I can’t let you onto the site. Sundays are double-time, and the boss won’t like that.”
“Come on, man!” God didn’t need this right now, still hung over from the night before, and tomorrow was the deadline to get the job done. “I just need a couple hours to finish things off. You won’t even notice I’m there. Nobody complained about yesterday.”
“You were here yesterday?”
“No, just… just messing around with a couple of the monkeys.”
The supervisor sucked in a deep breath, shaking his head. “More than my job’s worth,” he said.
“What happens when the whole thing falls apart in a couple thousand years?” asked God. “‘Cause you wouldn’t let me on site?”
“That’s your problem, buddy. I’ll be in some other dimension by then.”
“What about ‘taking pride in your work?’”
The supervisor laughed.
“Look, this job has been a tough gig from the start, there are some major flaws that need to be corrected.”
“And yet you spent yesterday playing with monkeys?”
“Man, they’re the next big thing, I’m telling you. Some of those guys are almost intelligent.”
“Well, explain that to the boss when he turns up, maybe he’ll give one of them your job.”
Gravel crunched outside. The powerful thrum of the boss’s engine reached them.
“Here we go, Lucy’s here.”
The door opened, and the owner of Lucy’s Fair Construction Company walked in, all smiles. “We looking good?” he asked. He was a big man, and charming. It was hard not to tell him what he wanted to hear. God and the supervisor just nodded.
There we go, that explains everything, I think? See you next week!
