The projectionist:
Jonathan was an ordinary man. He got up in the morning at seven AM sharp. He slicked his short black hair back with a cheap gel he bought from a drug-store. He carefully placed his tweed driver’s flat cap over his hair. He then put on a white dress shirt, white pin striped-black slacks and a sharp black over coat. He was very monochromatic when it came to dressing. His facial hair was the same, shaped and groomed. His mustache accented his upper lip. He dressed like this every day, but no one understood it. His job wasn’t so public that he needed to dress nice. He was a projectionist.
At The Job:
Jon did not speak to many people; he just worked the projector at the cinema. Quietly, he sat alone in the room with the machine. In that room there was no indication of it being day or night. Upon the spool, he placed the film for the show everyone had paid to see. Jon then pressed the button and the projector hummed, and he became one with the machine. It was a very boring job, but working that projector was all Jon had known his entire life.
Later that day:
At the seven pm show, Jon went to place the film on the spool, but the projector had broken while he was on break. Mr. Wethers, Jon's boss, explained to Jon that because there was no record of what occured during Jon's absence, his job status was to be terminated at once. After being fired, Jon drove to his flat, somber.
Arriving at the Flat:
When Jon got to his flat, his land lord was busy moving Jon’s belongings onto the side walk.
“What are you doing with my things?”
“Another person has bought out this flat, and your contract expires today. Because of this, I can request your removal from this building,” retorted the land lord.
“Where on Earth am I supposed to live tonight?”
“That is not my problem,” the landlord said in an unsympathetic tone.
A moving truck arrives:
After the moving truck Jon had called for arrived, Jon loaded his various items and dropped them off at a storage location. He then from there took a taxi back to his flat to pick up his car. He found a parking ticket under the wiper of his cream color 1964 MG 1100. He drove to a vacant lot and spent the night there, in his car alone. What will Jon wake up to in the morning? Only dawn will tell.
Tell me what you think....Should I continue this piece? I will write more on Jon if you'd like.
-Moriah Cheshier
