Day-Makers & Day-Breakers

Some people make days and other people break days. Lucky for me my day makers far out way my day breakers. And that's a simple life pleasure!

Another good day of day makers!

The tears break from her eyes like sheets of glass. They are cold, but not like ice. More like death. She wipes them. Not till they are gone because she needs them, but enough so she can see without blur to concentrate on the sound of the bell ringing through the door. The bell rings again, signalling another million pound worth of coffin sales. This happens every minute, on the minute, for the 28 minutes that she stands and stares at the wall.

The wall is old and grey but with a fresh coat of makeup, which makes it almost pleasing to the eye. But under the undercoat the stains remain. The stains by centuries of dogs and drunks and drunk dogs and drunks with dogs give it it's heritage. It's distinct aura of place and time. Significance perhaps, but certainly not meaning. It is who it is is. It serves the purpose that it's users see fit. Without complaint, without crumbling without, breaking down on one knee and pleading for a divine source to save it. It's seen it all before and it doesn't need to be saved.

She exhales the last of her second cigarette of the day. Not bad considering it's 3.pm. She lets her tears fill back up in her eyes until her vision is cloudy. Perfect! Now she is ready! She pushes the door open, checks the sales board, smiles and goes back to work.