Friday, June 20, 2008

Drabble: Service


“My legs make a weird noise when sit down.”

“How long has this been going on?

“Four weeks.”

The mechanic shoots a “what were you thinking” look. “When was your last service?”

“Five months ago,” I lie.

“Open your rear access panel.” I feel my legs being immobilized as he attaches the diagnostic unit.

“Got a lot of grit in these bearings. What happened down here?”

I want to tell him about my master’s brat child, who stole my legs, buried them in the garden, but I’m unable to speak against my masters. “I, I guess I was just careless.”

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