Leo walked home, walked far away from that school. He took the long way, far from the fields. He took the short way, close to the crumbling buildings. Every way led home. None led out.
He took the way, there was never another way for him, past the steel mills. Every road he took, ever path he walked, he always ended up passing those mills. Keep telling yourself that they're closed, the teacher's words sounded in his ears. They're closed, they're closed, they're closed. They've been closed since before he was born.
As he walked, he could hear the clanging of ancient machinery and feel his scalp tingle with unseen eyes. The eyes in those mills, watching him, waiting for tomorrow when he'd come back, waiting for tonight when he'd fall asleep.
He took a shower when he got home, touched water that was always the same. The grease washed off for the time being.
That night, he dreamed about white hot sparks and the sounds of the machinery, echoing through the night. He woke up with black grease staining his hands.
The steel mills have been closed since before he was born.
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