Gutter – A Small Tale

They hauled him up on pulleys and ropes, in one foot increments. Inevitable really, this change of careers, after the accident. He was no longer cut out for office dronedom, his mind would wander and the sitting would ache. It’s not often one trips forward onto a low wall and their entire body wraps around it like a human trough, but when life gives you lemons and all that. He felt the contractors’ hands leave him as they screwed him under the eaves, and the first of soon to be many leaves collected in the concave of his belly.


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