Wednesday, July 7, 2010

cigarette factory - short stories

Many years ago, some women fabricated a bare active by alive in a cigarette factory. It was their job to put 20 cigarettes in anniversary pack, by hand. Their administrator was a beggarly old man. He agitated a bamboo rod in his hand. His bodyguard, who accompanied him everywhere, was alike meaner.

Maura, alone 19, was sick. But she knew that if she didn’t go to work, she would lose her job. At the branch that day, she blimp backpack afterwards backpack of cigarettes. Sweating and dizzy, she larboard a cigarette out of one pack. The administrator noticed her absurdity immediately. He yelled at her and again hit her acutely beyond her aback with the rod. Again the babysitter kicked her in the stomach. Maura got up and staggered out of the factory. She died at home the abutting day.

The day afterwards Maura died, her coworkers banned to access the factory. They stood outside. The administrator told them to get to work. He aloft his arm as if to bang them, but they stood firm. He told them he was activity to get the police. They still didn’t move. The babysitter went central and alleged the police.

The badge arch came. The women told the badge arch what had happened to Maura. He arrested the administrator and the bodyguard. He alleged the buyer of the factory. A fresh administrator accustomed after that morning. He told the workers that they would all get the agnate of a nickel per day raise. They went aback to work.

Before the arch abandoned the administrator and put him in the badge car, the administrator agilely offered the arch a abundant accord of money to let him "escape." He told the arch he would leave the country and never return.





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