I, Brick.

I, Brick.

Another brick: bright red, rough, grey, grey mortar oozing oily-sleek
over its sides. Lift, place, knock, scrape. Another brick. Lift, place,
knock, scrape. Another. And another. and another- why isn't the wall
getting higher? I must finish before the sun sets, or I'll have to keep
building and I cannot rest and I'm tired...
I'm sweating with the effort I'm becoming so thin. Another brick. I
can't lift it. It's getting heavier, it's growing, bigger and bigger.
It's bigger than me. It's huge. It's leaning over me. I daren't look
up. I pick up another brick. Don't let it fall on me. It's blotting out
the sun. I can't see anything but the brick in my hand. It's got a
face. Big black eyes staring at me, sucking me in. I'm
falling....
It's dark in here, and quiet. I can see the factory miles below. It's
singing to me: 'come here....come here....come here....' The machines
make a chorus: ' we love you..we love you...we love you.....' I don't
want to go. I'm swimming away. My heart feels light; I can't hear it
beating.
The waves splash on my face. I let them wash over me, take me where
they want. They taste so sweet.
Oh! there's a shark, grey and grim, swirling towards me. It's black
beady eyes pin me into motionless. It winks and holds out a fin. It's
holding a big red brick with grey icing.
I take a bite. It taste like...
"you're supposed to blow out the candles first," yell the children.
What candles? there's no light in here?