by Susie Brown

Created on: December 14, 2008

Heffy was a short stout man who was a loner, living in a small rented room. He would walk down the street, with his head hung down, not daring to look anyone in the eye. His clothes were old and torn and no matter what he had on, they just didn't seem to fit.

Heffy was caring a bag that had a grease spot, where his lunch appeared to have leaked a bit. No matter, it wouldn't be anything special; always the same lunch meat sandwich with mayonnaise and lettuce. The lunch room always had coffee, so Heffy didn't worry about anything to drink. It would be pretty strong probably, left from the previous shift.

He kicked a rock that was in his path, until the rock was out of his reach. He was almost there; he wasn't really thrilled to be working at the factory, but if he had to have a job, this was as good as anyplace else. Everyone seemed to leave him alone, and that's how he liked it.

Friends were overrated; if you had them, they would always be nagging you to do this, and do that. They always wanted you to help them move, pet sit, or drive them someplace. Another reason Heffy didn't drive; he saw no use in a car. He only lived a few blocks from his job and anything he needed, was a few blocks away.

As he approached the gate, the guard gave a grunt and waved Heffy through. "I wonder why they even have a guard, most times he would have his noise in a news paper, or have dosed off in the guard shack.

The factory was dim and dirty. The cheapskate manager took out every other bulb, to keep the cost down; it would add to his bonus, Heffy was sure of it. Heffy took his time card out of the slot and pressed it into the time clock.... and the day began. It was 7 pm and for the next 8 hours, Heffy belonged to the Acme tire company.

How did he end up here? He wasn't sure, but knew that he had worked there his whole life, it seemed. At least it paid the rent, and bought food for his table; that's all that Heffy needed.

Heffy was tired, dirty, and hungry; when the bell rang, he was ready for something to eat, and to sit down for awhile. When Heffy reached the lunch room where everyone gathered to eat, he was glad to see his favorite place to eat, was empty. Why wouldn't it be? Each day the same people sit at the same tables and ate with the same buddies.

Soon the chatter was loud, as it always was. It was Friday and everyone was looking forward to the week end. Sam, being the loudest of the loud, was telling his buddies his plans to go to the car races, Saturday; "hey Art, what are you

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