Klempner
It’s mechanical work, boring and repetitive. It’s not as though I have anything better to do, but it gives me time to think.
After my initial celebration, the food ran out two sleeps ago and the ache in my belly reminds me that I’m working against a ticking clock. How long can I keep working without something to eat?
It’s odd the things one misses. While Juliana was alive, I spent most of my time in the weird green-tinted gloom of the camera indicator light. Now I have the harsh whiteness of the single overhead light 24/7…
Not that 24/7 means much to me anymore…
Bleary-eyed, my hands scraping and chipping into the cement, my mind is cloudy, my lids droop.
How long have I been here?
Must be weeks by now…
Someone will have raised the alarm…
Surely?
Or was Juliana telling t
