Just a short 'vignette' type of offering, to keep my hand in while I'm trying to complete a somewhat longer and heavier story. As far as I know, none of the following actually ever took place. Indeed, the whole thing is a pack of lies!
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Three is indeed the magic number.
Things happen in threes, don't they? One friend gets married and two others follow. If there's a disaster followed by a second one, then you can more or less guarantee that a third one will follow. How many times have you waited and waited for a bus to come along and when it does there are three of the damn things?
And so it seems it will be for me!
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The day started as any sort of day might do, stacking pallets of goods with our forklifts, much as we'd been doing for the last few years or more.
Then it happened!
A pallet not stacked as it should have been and two more put on top of it, the whole lot tottering nearly twenty foot above us. One of the regular guys didn't notice as he rushed to complete the tower and it was the last thing he ever stacked! The pallet slipped and its load broke free and slipped under the forklift's protective cover in a freak accident.
A freak accident that claimed a man's life and bought the whole place to a halt.
I hardly knew the guy, even though we'd both worked there for the last five years or so, his shift seldom coinciding with mine except for half an hour or so as my shift finished and his started, much as it did on that fateful day.
He was dead, and that was obvious despite the first aid that was administered within moments and he wouldn't be driving his forklift anymore. The police arrived and shortly afterwards the factory inspectorate who individually interviewed us one by one. Nobody could be sure who'd stacked the faulty pallet, but then again I couldn't be sure that it wasn't me.
Hard to live with?
Makes you think, doesn't it?
It was a quiet and thoughtful Mike Thomas, that's me by the way, who drove home that evening. Drove home to my wife Gwen, who'd be waiting there for me.
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After the afternoon I'd just had, food wasn't exactly top of my agenda, my mind more full of quite how fragile our existence on this earth is, and quite how easily it can end. Even so, the lack of the usual kitchen smells registered, as did the absence of Gwen where I'd usually expect to find her.
"Is that you Mike?" I heard from the hallway of all places, and that's where I found her. My carefully worked out explanation of what had happened earlier, dying in my throat as I spotted her there, dressed up in her best coat with two small suitcases by her feet.
"What's going on?" I demanded, taken by surprise.
"We need to talk, Mike," Gwen hit me with. Hit me with finality about her voice that sent a shiver through me.
