Friday, 15 June 2007

27: bananas

A man comes and finds me in the afternoon. I am shuffling some carrots around. I am arranging them by length. The man is wearing a green uniform. I am wearing a purple uniform.

Do you work here, mate? the man asks me.

Yes, I say.

Got a delivery for you then, he says.

I follow him out the back, through the store room, into the yard.

In the yard is a lorry. Next to the lorry is a palate of crates. The crates all have the same word written on them.

Where do you want them? the man says.

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