It’s QueerBlogWed! A perfect day for the next part of Unwilling to Be Yours, my second prelude to Tales of the Navel to emerge from this Cauldron.
Peter picks up right where he left off on Monday, learning about his new place of employment…only he’s having inexplicable problems.
Not all of the customers were as easy to please, but I could usually find what they wanted. As jobs went, it wasn’t bad.
If only the accidents didn’t keep happening. They were enough to bring on a permanent scowl, much as I try to avoid such ugly frown lines. These marks wrinkle a man’s soul, inside and out. All they do is increase his frustration.
Alas, there was a lot to be frustrated about.
I kept dropping things. Not intentionally, but my fingers would spasm. My reflexes were quick enough that I could catch whatever I dropped. It kept happening, almost like some invisible presence was harassing me.
Other times, things would fall off the shelves. Not too often, but whenever I was in range of anything that was close to a ledge.
These incidents happened, whenever I was close to a certain picture on the wall.