Photo courtesy of Amy Reese.
The stench in the van is unbearable; sweat, diesel, fear. It’s dark in the back and I strain my ears – a clock chimes eight – where are we?
My body shakes as we dip in and out of potholes. Cold metal presses against my spine and as we take a hard left, my teeth clamp together and blood pours from my tongue. It takes every ounce of self-control not to cry. I don’t want to make him angry.
The van judders and slows. Doors swing open and I’m blinking in the sunlight.
My first day as a builder’s mate. I want to go back to school.
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story inspired by a photo prompt. Pop over to Rochelle’s blog and read the other entries.