The task here was to create a scene.
The Furnace
The blackened chimneys of the steelworks have been
towering over the town for what seemed like an eternity. Like guards watching
over the townsfolk over centuries hustling and bustling under the castle in the
olden days.
Seeing generations of young men entering through the
forbidding gates made of steel and barbed wire, coughing them back out after a
few decades of pouring burning iron into the golden lined purses of Mr. and
Mrs. Fuck-Off-you-peasant-bastards with permanent blackened faces lining the
red eyes of tired and sick old men, who have nothing left to live for other
than sitting on rotting porches drinking piss beer waiting to die.
Jack had joined to the queue like his father and
grandfather before him. Within a few short years it seemed he had fast
forwarded into old age, turning into a carbon copy of something he still wasn’t
sure it was a good thing or simply stupid.
Looking across the car park he saw a 1978 C3 Chevrolet
Corvette, with the black and silver stripe painting and the 5.7ltr. engine of
the limited edition to mark the 25th anniversary of the most
beautiful car ever having been built… Just like the one he had bought in the
mid 1990s when all his mates were either into the Camaros, the 1990s Ford
Mustangs or the silly Pontiac Trans Am. He had to sell his when the twins
arrived. Back then it seemed a sacrifice worth making. Now he saw a young lad
stepping out of what was certainly his most prized possession. Jack could see
the pride and joy in the young man’s face looking at his car. It was like
looking into a mirror. Damn, was that only 15 years ago? Maybe even less?? Time
had become the steady drip feed of poison that began to drain the life out of a
body that was not that old and worn out yet. He didn’t dare think any further
so he switched off the radio in his people carrier piece of heaving shit and
his brain like he did every morning…
