Pearl Diver

“Hey, you! Don’t let that tower topple.” It is the most Head Chief has said to me in eight months, so I give him a nod and pick up my pace.

The job is simple. Sop up the slop from the bottom of the used pots and pans and wring the muck into a container marked, “Next Day’s Special.”

I am basically a human squeegee.

Anyways, I’d only taken this shit job to save up for my next SIM. Last year, it was a safari in space.

In time, I sit thousands of feet above the sea. Ski the cloud slope. Sip cocktails made with holy water. Stroll streets of solid gold in style.

Before I know it, the rag is heavy with today’s gravy. I squeeze it extra hard to make sure every drop gets transferred, but in my mind, I’m in paradise.

© 2023 | K. Hartless


d’Verse Poet’s Pub | Prosery: Meditation (144 words exactly)

“In space in time I sit thousands of feet above the sea”
From May Sarton, “Meditation in Sunlight”

52 comments

  1. I squeeze it extra hard to make sure every drop gets transferred, but in my mind, I’m in paradise. The mind is a wonderful thing. Not sure I want to try the daily special ever again! :>)

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    • Thank you, Tanmay. I think sometimes I’m not far off from this character. Getting through the gritty and just waiting for those moments of bliss (which for me is usually writing). I am so glad you enjoyed this flash.

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