Sergio Casanova

Running Away

The grinding and pounding of the machine echoed in the concrete room. Javier stood quietly, scribbling notes to himself as the others stood around talking amongst themselves. The tedious task of resolving another issue fell upon him, and all it took was five minutes of adjusting a few dials, which he has shown the machine operators a hundred times before. Jotting down the final thoughts, he tapped the pen against the page and closed it firmly. He walked out of the room with a huff while the others spoke down on him as if he couldn’t hear them.