Destination Unknown (Short Story)

I woke up and asked myself the same question as every other Monday morning.

“Where I am going?”

It was more in the figurative sense. I knew that morning, like every other morning, I was going to work at the toy factory. The same toy factory where I worked for ten years. That couldn’t be it though, could it? There must be more to my life.

I got up, dressed and ate breakfast, the same as always; two slices of toast, medium brown with just enough peanut butter to add taste.

I walked to the bus stop. The day was like any other autumn work day. The newspaper boy zoomed past me on his bike, scattering the piles of dead leaves so that some found their way into my safety boots. With nowhere to sit or balance myself, I continued the walk with the uncomfortable feeling of leaves, and possibly insects that may have been on them, now crawling around inside my boots.

I reached the road in time to see the back of the bus as it drove away. There wasn’t another one due for an hour. I kicked the leaves, sending more into my boots and swore, at both the bus and the leaves.

I rested on Mrs Pullin’s wall to undo my boots and tip out the leaves. Then I began the forty-five-minute walk to work, knowing it would take longer to wait for a bus. I noticed something on the ground…