Mary`s face tight, the words wrenching her grinding teeth apart, prising open her vice like lips. ` Is this the Wall of Resentment? `
The
Stonemason began to mix the Sand and Clay.
Mary
at the Stonemason`s face. ` Look at
me. I`m not invisible. `
The
Stonemason continued to stir, sprinkling lime into the mix.
Mary`s
face pulsed. She stabbed under each of her eyes with her index finger.
`Wrinkles. And here. ` She lowered her head.
` I dye my hair and still it shows through. ` Mary`s rapid breath on the Stonemason`s
face. ` That `little madam` voice of hers. You know what she had the cheek to
say? `My mother just accepted it when she went grey. Not that you`re as old as
my mum, Mary! Just saying. ` Just
saying!! She hardly wears any make-up
the little... `
Mary
screaming. ` I`m not old. I can`t be old. It`s not fair. Smiley smiley everybody loves her. ` She’s a breath of fresh in the office don`t
you think? `
The
Stonemason mixed in the Iron Oxide.
`
No I don`t think. ` She shouted into the Stonemason`s face. ` I was once a
breath… `
Finally
Magnesia added.
`
I was. ` Said Mary.
Mary
turned and left the way she came as the Stonemason placed the finished brick in
the wall.
The
wall shuddered for a moment, and a crack scarred the wall above the
Stonemason`s head.
The
Stonemason checked the base of the Wall of Resentment. The bricks were vibrating with the
weight. As always the Wall of Resentment
would be the first to go and then the Wall of Anger in the next valley. Others in
the valleys beyond would tumble like dominoes.
The
Stonemason waited as John approached.
John`s
face tight, the words wrenching his grinding teeth apart, prising open his vice
like lips. ` Is this the Wall of Resentment? `
The
Stonemason began to mix the Sand and Clay.
John
at the Stonemason`s face. ` It`s not fair.
Why me? `
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