Mind Full of Paper ♔ zarry stylik

13

A week of frustration had passed and the two men went to their usual weekly destination which was the WPA program.

"Why have you stopped eating again?" Zain said as the two made it towards the near front of the crowded gate. Harry didn't answer.

"Talk to me! You haven't said a word to me for a whole week!" Zain exclaimed though the loud crowd of other men. Harry didn't answer.

"Harold!" Zain cried out.

Harry didn't answer.

"1..." The man behind the gate began to pick out new workers out of the begging crowd.

"2..." The man's finger quickly pointed at Harry.

"3..." His finger pointed at someone else.

Zain to slightly panic as he held onto Harry's arm,"Lord, please." He prayed to get in with Harry.

"4..." The man pointed at another before looking around,"5." His finger pointed at Zain.

"Thank you, Lord." Zain held Harry's arm even tighter, but Harry on the other hand pushed Zain off, walking into the working place. Zain felt like a bullet hit his chest. He was heated up once again, but in a drowsy way.

"You men will load up wheat bags into those trucks. The bags are heavy, so those the hooks to grip on 'em. Gotta be fast! So get to it!" The man announced. Zain kept his eyes on Harry, whom completely ignored him. Harry took a hook for himself to load the bags and so did Zain. Harry hooked the bag on one end while Zain hooked onto the other, throwing the bag into the truck. They kept doing this as Zain spoke,"I don't care if you don't talk to me, but I know that I'm doing so much for you. I give you shelter and food. I give you clothing and a life."

Harry looked at the boxer with dead eyes. He felt like screaming, but he didn't make a sound and his speed on throwing the bags quickened. Zain couldn't keep up because of his broken hand. Harry let go, moving away and walked towards an empty station, throwing the bags himself.

"Wow, Fella. Amazing job! Keep that up and I'm gonna give you a raise." The man said to Harry.

Zain was a mess. His speed as slow and he was hurt. He knew that the things he's said to Harry were hurtful too. He can't always say what he really means, especially if Harry doesn't talk back.

"Harry!" He silently cried out. Harry, again, didn't reply.

"Get back to work," The man approached Zain,"say...you're awfully slow. Is your hand okay?" The man asked.

"It's okay! My hand is good, just going through an emotional time I suppose." Zain panicked and hid his broken hand.

"Suck it up and work if you want money."

Zain nodded at the man.

8 hours of working had passed and Harry worked non stop.