Sunday is the beginning of another weekly invitation from Alastair to open our imagination and tell the world what we see in his photo prompt. There is always several rich stories that flow from this interesting photographic offering. If you fancy a short adventure add your 200 words or less and join the fray.
Richard sat on the bench with his face in his hands. It was the only way he could cope at this point. Alcohol, drugs, affairs, everything he tried just could not balance the pressure of being in that ridiculous enclosure for twelve hours each day. He knew what he did mattered. Commendations from his boss, his boss’ boss and so on up to and including two presidents underlined his importance. But his mind was slowly ebbing away.
“You okay?” Bert asked as he opened his locker to retrieve his specialized white garments. He was only seven months into Richard’s eternal hell. The pressure did not seem to affect Bert in the least. Richard needed to cram all his knowledge in this willing vessel so he could get out.
“Yeah, just a long night,” Richard replied.
They chatted about the upcoming Super Bowl as they made their way through the security checkpoints, six in all, before entering the all glass enclosure. Richard smiled for the first time in seven months as he realized he saw the way out.
I can imagine a job like that slowly poisoning a person’s mind with simultaneous pressure and boredom. Did you have a particular job in mind when you wrote it? It sounds like some of the jobs involving the nuclear missile fleet.
That is the type of job, but I was thinking something doing with space. Some kind of job important enough to have security and the president’s attention, but mind numbing at the same time due to the repetition.
Excellent 😀 Always good when you can see a way out. I’m guessing it’s out the window 🙂