Spedman975

What…?

I got bored so I wrote this…

            “What?”

There he stood, standing behind a bench, a man staring at him with his hand outstretched. He blinked.

            “Well… My change?”

            “What…?”

He looked around.

There were lines of people funneling between small desks with computers mounted on them, other people all dressed the same standing opposite. They moved their hands, passing objects past them, taking money from the strangers and giving money back.

He looked down.

There was a drawer prodding him in the upper thigh. He looked at it – it was filled with money. Notes and coins all arranged in order of denomination. He looked up at the screen above the drawer – “$4.82” was flashing in the bottom corner. What could it mean?

            “For God sake give me my damn change!”

He looked at the man, confused. The man looked back, furious.

            “What do you mea…………..”

He fell. The bench came zooming towards his head, eventually colliding with it in mid air. The floor rose from beneath the bench and he slumped lazily on a ribbed rubber mat.

He looked around above him – the ceiling was made of tiles; tiles fading in and out of focus. There must be something wrong with the ceiling, he should tell someone about it.

Another person appeared above him – a woman. Her hair draped around her face and fell on his.

            “Are you alright!?”

He blinked.

            “There’s something wrong with the ceiling…”

She looked up.

            “What?”

Nothing special - as I said, bored…