"There will be no one in the world who does not know the army of Ghor!", Result the king when finishing his creation. Ghordons, these were the living creatures created by the most evolved being in the entire universe. Its mission was to defend the k...
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Now there was little left, three more minutes and everything would be over quickly. The big room was already empty except for the impatient boy sitting at his desk and the cleaning lady pushing his cart slowly. His arms were thin and long, his gray hair did not hide the age he carried in his simple and messy coke. That day had been hectic, it took twice as much work to get the office tidy after the manager's hectic birthday party. Why not celebrate somewhere else? Did they really need to do more work than usual? The poor lady tried to balance herself in her calm steps at the same time that she gave full attention where the last garbage was. She guided her body which seemed to carry kilos and more kilos of stones on her back. Her eyes were ajar as well as her thin dry and dry mouth. But even so, she reached the table near the door. The only one she hadn't passed yet. Surely it would be hard to rejoice with the sole of her crushed and painful feet. But in fact, that was her last task of the day. Getting closer the poor lady in blue uniform and white collar, faced the trash kit for a few seconds and sighed until all the oxygen went through every inch of her lung until it left her alone again.
Her eyes burning like flames of fire analyzed the disposable glass with a slight stain of lipstick mixed with the glaze on its edge, it was empty and on the plate that one day was white and now was nothing more than any container with pieces of leftover black forest cake. But something was still missing. The fork. But where could it be? Maybe it was slipped from the hands of the eater and fell under one of the tables around. That would explain the rest of the cake left behind.
The lady even tried, stared at the newly cleaned floor and forced her imagination. She crouched down and looked around her in a frustrating attempt to find the saying whose, however, at some point the lady returned from the floor and stood as her physical body really was, and the light that shone from the printer beside her made her awaken from her sudden reverie.
It wouldn't do any good, her back wouldn't bear such oppression as that. Surely someone would find that fork and only then he would follow to his place of destination. It was no longer enough to clean, now she would have to put her neck at risk? No way!
The boy with dark skin, eyes as brown as honey and long dreads sitting at one of the desks in the center of the office, watched the last cleaning of the day in distress. He was the only one of his team still there. All his friends had left and his stubbornness and irresponsibility had put him in that position. His boss had even been nice to him, because who in his right mind wouldn't fire the employee with more absences from the whole building? This was one of the results caused by the excessive delays of every day. Blame the ballads of life? The bad nights slept because of the night attractions? Or maybe the hangovers he took out of his handwriting? All this added to a great tiredness that consumed him inside and outside, somehow served as punishment for all his sin of irresponsibility. His suitcase was already on his lap, his suit stuck and kneaded on one hand, while his fingers on the other beat anxiously against the white, frosted table. It was worth everything to make those three minutes pass and he beat the point, thus compensating his hours of delay.
