Night WorksA Story by Stan Lee*********Night Works
Leaning against my shovel, I rub at my eyes. Caffeine just
doesn’t hack it anymore. I don’t know what I’m doing here. Well actually I do.
I’m here for the pay. Nothing else would get me doing night works. Bit of a joke really, calling it night works. One man in a steam roller roars back and forward, back and
forward while about eight men, some leaning on shovels, and some sitting on
their coolers, watch. The scene is all lit up with flashing lights, safety lights,
spot lights... and the noise! Well, you know what it's like... Even
with those squishy little ear things in, my head is pounding. Decide to start singing. Not like anyone can hear, plus it
could help keep me awake. When I was a kid I wanted to be a rock star. Start screaming
out Amity Affliction, “We are all stars in the sky; We all shimmer then decay; So I wonder did I burn out, make a mark; Or fade away." Can’t
even hear myself. I make out a couple of stars winking above me and suddenly I
laugh. “I’ve practically done it!” I yell. “I’m practically a rock
star! (Beats my chest) "The flashing lights!" (Gestures) "The stars!" (I point upward) “The constant barrage of noise!” (Nobody has noticed me yet) “I even have my name up in lights!” I roar, pointing at the
flashing LED billboard. It says WAIT. My name is Wade. (Shrugs) Close enough.
© 2017 Stan LeeAuthor's Note
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