The Clock Was Ringing

Good ol' Ben

It was Monday again. There was no other day a person would wake up to and curse as much as on a Monday. But not many had a choice, it was like that annoying prick Karli used to have as neighbor. An amateur rock star who played every night. She used to knock on his door to shut him up which partly worked until he put a slip of paper and shoved it to the other end of his apartment door saying "Screw offf!" After that she simply knocked the door down and beat the living crap out of him and ran to live in the other apartment next door which pissed off the landowner, and lead to her best screw-up she has ever done.

The clock was ringing again or more like her phone was ringing. She gave up on the classical type, cost her too much money to repair.

"God dammit it's Monday"

She got her upper body up and simply sat there. Her red hair covering most of her face like seaweed until she flicked it away and went for her phone to stop the alarm. She put it back and grabbed her wooden statue only to find that its left side wasn't as smooth as the rest of it.

"What?" She said. Her fear growing on her skin, pouring out of her spores.

"Where's the arm?" She said with the same tone as the last one.

She peered at the wooden floor. The statue had a darker shade from the floor so it would be simple to find. She looked across the entire floor and saw nothing, until she looked underneath her bed. She grabbed it with haste and pressed it gently and its rightful place.

At least most of it is intact. What should I do with this now? Glue isn't an option, I'll need to take this to a carpenter or someone like that. Benjamin would be a last resort I need a professional. She looked at her phone, 8:37 it said. I should try to not be late this time. She looked at the statue again its right arm on her left hand and the rest on her right. She put the statue in her purse along with her phone, got dressed and left.

"Well you seem to be on time Karli."

"Yeah"

"Thought it best to cheer up your boss?"

"No I just need to fix something"

"Fix something?"

"A family heirloom"

"Oh that's..."

She closed the door and was on her way to the street, the hotel was situated on a small hill with only one rode giving it access to the city. While Karli was going down the hill she grabbed her phone.

"Stacy can you pick me up"

"Not as late as usual? Though it was better to stop givin yo boss a hard time?"

"Definitely not! I just need to fix something"

"Ok sweetie I'll be there soon"

"K bye"

She then went to the wooden bench at her right standing there with the roof and bus sign to keep her company. She sat and put her purse to her side and silently waited. The air was nice and faint, moving from the left, it was the type that wouldn't be annoying or push away your stuff, only a faint and peaceful one. The water droplets coming out of the sprinklers were shining brightly on the grass brought a beautiful view to look at instead of the grotesque one of the city. 

After a few minutes she grabbed the small wooden statue and began looking at it. She then wiped of the dust from the tight enclaves on the statue. The statue was somewhat basic, it had long and thin arms, a bald head with little facial features and regular sized legs but no shoes.

I still remember those tough times... if only I could've done something more. She held the little statue firmly in her grasp as if it would never break from all the hardship this statue has in its carvings. Suddenly a loud honking sound was heard nearby.

"Hey girl!"

"Hey Stacy"

Karli went to the front seat as usual.

"So what is this thing you need fixin fo?"

"Oh its..."

Karli grabbed the statue and put it in her palm while putting its severed arm in the other. She then put them on Stacy's palms in which she observed them carefully.

"Its cute"

"Its an heirloom of mine"

She gave her back the statue and severed arm with care.

"So we off to Benjamen's"

"No...no I thought we would go to someplace more professional"

Stacy stared at Karli with discontent.

"Whatchu takin about Karli. There no professional like Ben. He can fix anythin!"

"Yes I know but I want to make sure that its one hundred percent fixed."

"I can't believe you don't Ben trust enough. Remember three years ago when he fixed yo' that purse that was cut all the way open on the side."

"Yes yes I know..."

"And he fixed it on the same day, it was as good as the day you bought it."

Karli frowned in regret, she couldn't let this get ruined no matter what.

"Well..."

"And he fixed fo free girl!"

"Well... yeah that's true. I didn't have the money in time and he just gave it to me for free." She gained a smile after that. It wasn't easy for her when she moved to Haralton city, it never was easy moving in to a new place. Ben was the first to be this kind to her. She would always go to him if she needed anything repaired. He was an old man in his early 50s with a beard covering his whole chin until it halted at half his neck. 

He was as you say a little glutinous and tended to wear either bicker jackets, nerdy t-shirts, or white sleeveless shirts... those were the worst days. He is a man of his word, but can get quite the rush when his customers tell him he's a cheapskate when they drop their still ruined items on his counter. But all in all he made a good living in the shady part of town, fixing up whatever people needed fixed.

"And that's why you should go there to fix your heirloom Karli. Not some douche handyman up of town who will steal all yo' savin's for an hour's worth of work!"

"True, I probably won't have the money for it anyway."

"Stop sayin that to yoself Karli. Things'll get better."

"I hope your right Stacy."

She slowed down as they turned a corner. Ben's been busy these past few years. You can tell by the flickering decorations he puts all around his store. Little Christmas lights glowing in different orders and sometimes randomly, neon rodsin the shape of building utensils, and lastly his store's name on the top written with weird font that he probably took from word saying "Ben's Impertuiotum".