The manager complains that the closet shelves are lined with newspaper. She has instructed the front desk clerk to affix proper paper to each of the empty shelves.
Bharadwaj stands with his back to me, scraping off the yellowed pages of the Ganashakti. He then begins measuring, cutting, and gluing brown paper from a long roll. He sings in Bengali. The manager enters to inspect his work. After a short discussion, he says, “Yes, Madam,” removes the paper from the bottom shelf, remeasures, recuts, and reglues.
The telephone is a mere prop on the desk. It is not connected to a wire, the wall, or the outside world. The small hard cots are covered in graying sheets, naked of blankets. A trail of ants creeps along the grout in the shower, going from nowhere to nowhere. The little red fridge humming in the corner is empty except for one Kingfisher beer, supplied by Bharadwaj.
“Americans like beer, right?” he asks. “It's not acceptable for a woman to buy beer.” He proffers it in a brown paper bag.
The window stands open in hopes of a breeze, but diesel fumes and dust drift in instead. I think I hear a monkey, but Bharadwaj says it's just an ordinary bird. I want to hear monkeys.
The shelves are completed. I run my hands over the clean dry surface of the fresh paper. “Beautiful,” I whisper.
I have nothing to put there.
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Written for 52/250, A Year of Flash--"busy at work": http://52250flash.wordpress.com/2010/09/02/brown-paper-by-maggie-sokolik/
Edited slightly for one annoying infelicity of style.
I love the ease of the scene. There is a calm exchange of "find something to do" going on between the owner and the employee. I could just keep reading about them. The mystery of the observer is a nice touch. I would distinguish between the narrator in the first paragraph and the rest of the story. It feels like the voice changes.
"The manager complains that the closet shelves are lined with newspaper. She has instructed the front desk clerk to affix proper paper to each of the empty shelves.
Bharadwaj stands with his back to me, scraping off the yellowed pages of the Ganashakti."
Still, a great read.
Thanks for reading, and for the comment--very helpful. These things are always a work in progress....
Loved this over at 52/250, now I can drop some stardust. The beauty of making the shelves ready, the expectation of filling them, then nothing, produces wonderful tension. Peace...
This one is laced with exotic spice. A great read!
Beautiful writing here.
Thanks for reading, all!
"I want to hear monkeys."
Another great piece in what I am reading as Maggie's Stories from Around the World.*