Klempner
Half an hour later, my fingers are aching, the skin reddened and sore. And my back aches from the awkward stooped position. But I have a noticeable groove in the cement; a shallow furrow circling the shank of the bolt.
Another small annoyance is that I keep losing my trousers, such as they are. Bending and twisting as I am, the damn things keep sliding down. Still, cannibalising a bit of rope, I can at least improvise a belt.
Coffee…
Enjoy it while it’s hot…
Trying to drink mindfully, I savour the coffee, all the while eyeing my handiwork, quickly coming down from my caffeine and adrenaline drunk…
It’s not going to be fast work…
How long?
How deep in is that bolt shank?
There’s no point worrying. It’s as deep as it is. Peering into the flask, I leave enough coffee to give
