Under foot.

To lengthen.

Love leaving and reuniting.

A day in the life of a Victorian girl, Elsie, as she goes to work in the factory. Originally written as an essay.

The stench of burnt flesh spread in the air in a few minutes. The smell reached the workers in the staff room. It was a very frightening aspect of human existence that a few minutes before their friend was alive and now they were feeling his presence in the form which no one would ever like.

Blue jeans are a pair of pants you wear during the weekend or on casual days. There are tight jeans and those which are not tight. There are also some places of work where you can wear blue jeans like in the factories and they are usually made of cotton.

The life of workers inside the food processing plant is difficult.

The whole thing started with a call at about 11am. I was loading bike frames on to the conveyor belt. Bend, grab, stretch, hang. Over and over. After a few days, you get into the rhythm. I could have been sitting in a deckchair, daydreaming on the beach.

“There’s a phone call for you.” The foreman was annoyed. You work in a factory, the world goes away until the siren signals end of shift. The foreman would be doing the bend, grab, stretch and hang routine, while I spoke on the phone, like some boss, or office worker.

The call was from my mother. She wanted me to meet her in Birmingham, for lunch. I tried to explain that there was no time. I had to get a bus there, and a bus back. She didn’t seem to understand. “Don’t worry,” she told me, “just meet me at Snow Hill station, I’ll take you to the Wine Lodge. “It’s on me.”

Love. So simple, yet so profound…

Blue is the color for boys. Blue is the of the factory workers: "the blue collars", who wear blue jeans. Blue is the color of water and nobles.