28 March 2009
Paul was on the carpentry crew. There were individual crews for each aspect of the home construction, surveyors, masons pouring concrete, framers, roofers, electricians wiring the places, crews insulating and sheet rocking, et cetera.
There was one guy who just put handles on the cabinets.
Each job the same repeated motion completing steps in one house, moving to the next. The work never done. As if always working on the same house, the same job, putting that stud in not quite at 16’’ on center, a nail bent at the same junction in each déjà vu.
Paul hit nails with a hammer.
Entry Filed under: flash fiction. Tags: construction, repeat, suburb.

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