245-word post, or “Labour Day”

It was Labour Day, and Yarl awoke early, for no good reason he could initially pinpoint. He rolled over and looked at the clock. Only 8:15 am. He listened for a moment, but heard nothing. But had he just heard someone hammering?

He rolled over. Was it in his dream?

But he realized, no, the dream he’d been having was mostly about giving a eulogy at a funeral for an acquaintance who had fallen to his death on a fan film shoot. The deceased had been trying to jump between rooftops, dressed as Batman.

And then he heard it again. He sat up in bed. Damn it. The neighbour.

He got up, threw on a bathrobe and went down the hall. He went out to the hallway and knocked on his neighbour’s door.

For 15 minutes, between hammering.

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“Hi, Lenore, do you realize it’s Labour Day?”

“You’re labeled grey?” she hollered back. Yarl remembered she was hard of hearing. “No, it’s Labour Day!” he said loudly. “I was sleeping in but the hammering…?”

“Oh!” Lenore hollered. “I’m sorry! I was just making breakfast! Want some?” She moved closer, attempting to regurgitate into his mouth.

“No, thanks, I’m good,” he said. He wasn’t speciesist, but if the rent weren’t so damn affordable, he’d never have moved into a mixed neighbourhood.

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