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Life in Couplets
Scrap Metal
Lost in the Woods
Dreaming of Murder
Chumleigh's Adventure
The Race
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List of 2006 stories
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Scrap Metal
The Acme Manufacturing Company made all kinds of things. Anything in metal,
whether welded, bolted, soldered or cast in bronze. Anything, in fact, including the kitchen sink. Two of its
longest serving employees were Bill, the watchman and Joe, the fitter's mate. Bill was stationed in the check
lodge at the main gate and nothing went in or out without his approval. Employees were allowed to buy cheaply
items the company made and some things were actually given away for free provided there was a ticket to that
effect. Bill always checked each item against its ticket before he allowed it through the gate.
Joe usually had something to take through the gate and despite always having a
ticket Bill had a suspicion that Joe was not honest. Joe would arrive at the gate with his item on a
wheelbarrow and the thing was always covered by a bag. Bill would check Joe's ticket and then roll back the bag
to find a shovel with a cracked blade, or a jammed ball race or a broken piece of a casting or even just a
lump of scrap iron. Always the item had something wrong with it and was valueless and so Joe never paid a cent,
ever. Bill remained suspicious, though, even looking inside the bag at times in case there was a tiny item of
value hidden there.
The years rolled on, Joe always bringing his free chunk of metal on a wheelbarrow
and Bill always checking underneath the bag and often inside it but never finding anything illegal. Eventually,
both men retired and as luck would have it their paths crossed once again in the most obvious place imaginable,
where everyone meets everyone in an aisle of a supermarket.
After the usual greetings one makes on such occasions, Bill invited Joe to have
a cup of coffee and share a few memories. Bill could not let the opportunity pass to ask a thing that had
bugged him for years.
"Joe," he said, "I can tell you now that I always thought that you were stealing
something from the company but I could never find anything out of place. Nothing can happen now that we are
retired and so would you please satisfy my morbid curiosity and tell me if you were stealing anything?"
"I always knew what you were thinking," replied Joe, "and you were right to be
suspicious. I was stealing something. I was stealing wheelbarrows."
Bill was in shock. "Ye gods! I never gave a thought to that. It always seemed it
was going to be something under the bag. So that's all it was, wheelbarrows."
"Well, that's not it entirely, Bill," said Joe.
"You mean there was something else?"
"Well, isn't it obvious?" said Joe.
"Not to me," replied the puzzled Bill.
"I can't believe you can't see it now when I've virtually told you. I was also
stealing the bags!"
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