Drones

11th August 2015
Lincoln
By Becki Ashton
DRAFT 1

Drones

Office drones and what not

smudged white board pen

crumbs stuck in the carpet

green squares

drones

crisp 8mm paper

layered

with stats and figures

endless

drones

office drones

nude colours

crimpled blazers

and grey trousers

oil stains on shoes

rusty Ford

18 years old

hairy fingers

stubble and beards

cereal hidden within

Your standard office pen

black

ball point

with a chewed lid

scribble

drone

scribble

drone

scribble

drone

drone

drones

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The Nodding Man

11th August 2015
Lincoln
By Becki Ashton
DRAFT 1

“Umm, yes. I see. Yeah…Yeah”

He nods

He agrees

He smiles and looks up

He writes and agrees

“Oh yes, ummm, of course, yeah”

He writes

He looks

He breathes in and writes

He agrees and nods

What did they say?

He didn’t hear it

Wait, what?

…..he nods, agrees, smiles….”yeah”

Empty

12th March 2015
Lincoln
By Becki Ashton
DRAFT 1

It’s completely empty. It’s cold, very very cold. Oh so cold. Cold cold cold. It’s getting dark outside. The cars are beeping as they pop along in traffic. Rush hour traffic, slow traffic, steady traffic, everyday traffic, a life time of traffic. Traffic. Computers are whirring. Actually only mine is. I am the last one. The last one in the cold as it’s getting dark. So dark outside. Why am I here at this hour? Working hours long over well over too over completely over with. Typing away. Typing. Typing. Space bar space space space. Cars aren’t in a race. It’s all empty. Empty room, empty desks, empty chairs, empty mouth, empty cup, empty bowl, empty word document, click click. mouse. Empty back home, if I left now, empty back home. No point, its all still so empty, all still and so empty, everything is this way for a reason because it’s late. Then the cleaner walks in…naked.