Image: Ellespeth’s Friend.
Jack hated being number four on the work team.
It meant he was the last one up the scaffold and that meant looking up at Bill’s rear end and that sight was enough to put you off morning tea.
It also meant you were on the receiving end of every chip that fell, every grain of dust they generated and every expletive that came from Bill’s mouth, which was every minute of every day.
Today they were on the north wall of the Council Building and as Jack straddled the scaffold his mind wandered to more pleasant things like his new wife and the end of the day.
Jack was a daydreamer and at that moment he was thinking of his wife making tonight’s promised meal of broccoli-beef.
That’s when the lights went out.
In the months that followed it was touch and go for Jack. But he woke up, his wife by his side; his dinner she said was still in the oven.