Pluto (Piece 1)A Chapter by NyanMeowEncouragement can come from strange things“Did you hear about Pluto?” She asks me. “What?” I mutter. I try to not look at the faces of the
people I work for. She is getting in the way of this cardinal rule. “It’s not a planet anymore. Imagine that. You go your whole
life being something important, and then some scientist comes along and just
takes it all away, just like that.” I see her in my peripherals. She’s young.
Probably middle school, but I don’t know. People just look younger to me every
day. “Yeah, imagine that.” I keep scrubbing the blood stain out
of the white-washed wall. Maybe if I scrub harder she will go away. “What do you do? She asks me. “You work in a hospital, so
you’re important.” I laugh. “I don’t know who told you that. I’m a janitor hon.”
She pauses. “Well you’re here everyday right?” “Right.” I try not to think about why she might be here. It's better not to know. “And if you don’t
clean the rooms, they can’t use them, right?” she continues. I stop scrubbing. “I would hope not.” “So there you go, that sounds pretty important.” The solution from my washcloth is rolling down the wall. “I
don’t know if everybody else sees it that way.” I try to focus back on my stain
and not one the beeping of the machines and the rolling of the gurneys as they
go by on the hard floors. She doesn’t talk for a while, and I think maybe she has
left. Then she talks again. “So you’re kind of like Pluto.” “What?” “You’re still there, even if people don’t notice you.” And so I smile for the first time in a long time. “Thanks
kid. Good luck.” I start scrubbing again. © 2014 NyanMeowFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on November 3, 2014 Last Updated on November 7, 2014 Tags: hospitals, day in the life, meaning AuthorNyanMeowAboutI'm still just a dabbler in writing. I hope that changes. For now, I have a "day-job" in marketing, waiting for the day writing becomes something that sustains more then just my outlet for my strange .. more..Writing
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