Stayed too long at work. Everyone was gone, the immense factory was empty. I had no way to let myself out.
I remember overhearing someone whisper about a key being hidden in a light fixture. I located the light and with the tools I had in my work belt I took it apart and found the ‘master’ key.
I had traversed these hallways for years. Passed those doors that had a sign on them saying ‘No Admittance’. But – now I had a key.
Back on floor seven a ‘No Admittance’ sign was posted on a heavy door that had the appearance of being impenetrable. It opened easily.
On the other side was a new world. I stood transfixed as I viewed the surroundings. Gone were the soot covered walls and outdated lighting. Things on this side sparkled. The ambience here was designed for opportunities to easily be born.
Two-hundred yards across an open pavilion was a huge office where twelve people wearing office attire were walking about, looking at drawings on easels scattered throughout the room.
What was going on? Did I belong here? My dead-end job never threw an experience like this in front of me. I looked back at the well-lit room. With long arm strokes a man was motioning for me to join them.
The door shut behind me. I noticed the sign posted on this side . . .
‘A Work Belt Must Be Worn To Enter’.
– – – – – continued tomorrow – – – – –