Silas felt like a million bucks, until he stopped swinging the sledge hammer that is. It was nearly quitting time now and Silas really didn’t want to go back to his apartment and be by himself; he knew what demons were waiting for him there.
Silas drew his forearm across his forehead, wiping the sweat from his brow. Everything always seemed so right and effortless when he was swinging a hammer, driving the huge metal spikes they used in their construction. No one on the crew could swing a hammer like Silas, he took pride in his endurance and strength. But when the swinging stopped, real life came crashing back.
Silas pulled off his hard hat and started walking towards the exit of the construction site, carrying his sledge casually tucked under his arm.
As he walked, he felt a heavy hand come down on his shoulder, “Silas,” a booming, jovial voice said, “Let’s go grab us a drink or two, on me of course, I’ll even give you a ride home afterwards so you don’t have to take the bus. There are some things we should talk about anyways.” Mr. Thursday always seemed happiest when it was time to go grab a beer, and to be honest, sometimes his bosses eagerness to eat, drink and be merry got on Silas’ nerves. But it’s better than being at home by myself, staring at the tv.
Mr. Thursday led Silas over to his very large pick-up truck and they both got in. The drive to the nearest bar took only a few minutes, as Mr. Thursday wasn’t interested in spending a long time driving, he simply wanted to have a beer.
They pulled up to a dingy looking pub and Mr. Thursday led them inside. It was dark and it reeked onf smoke. After taking a seat near the back corner of the room, Mr. Thursday ordered two pints. Once they arrived, and the waitress left, Mr. Thursday turned to Silas, a serious look on his face.
“Look Silas, I’m not really that good at this sort of thing, so bear with me. First, your worth is far greater than you would imagine. Second, I am more to you than simply your boss. Third, my Father has need of you right away, and fourth… well, there really isn’t a fourth, so I’m going to drink some of my beer.”
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