The darkened dirty streets reflected a vibrant light. Zombie paced office workers left the crammed metropolis. The 9-5 shift was over, their shoulders bound by modern technology. For the what was the working day to them, just another job to be done or were they enslaved by their portable screens? Tomorrow they will find out as the cycle continues…

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Written and edited on a my Google Nexus while travelling.

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The Morning Rush


People rush from a car park to get to work

THE MORNING RUSH

A moving box parks itself until the 5 o’clock freedom rings the office bell. Polished shoes and designer heels rapidly progress as they meet the cold concrete.  The call of the office worker abides by the rhythm of the working day as it echoes within the urban jungle.

Fluorescent lights gleam upon the clinical cubicle illuminating the to do list. The awaking of the enslaved wired communication device, which sits before them, quickly changes the focus. The cloud and network entangles the inbox as the office worker gazes at the workload building before them. Messages and meetings overflow from their mind. The viral list never seems to end.

But hark a sound of freedom – the tick of the last second before the clock strains to five. The fight has just begun.

Accelerators hit the floor as the chorus of bleating horns flood the air. Egos dribble and spill from the monotonous radio. Slow moving metal clots the road. Minutes turn and the hour passes.

A beacon of light shines upon the weary traveller as the familiar driveway signals home. The castle door opens and shuts out the rush. A sigh of relief fills the halting car.

Another day. Another dollar. The time to hang up the suit has come. A deserving break awaits the tired worker for the cycle will continue.

 

Until Next Time – Happy Shooting!