Mercoledì, 10 Marzo, 2004 | Posted by Lionel Gerkin at 07:10

My name, as you know, is Lionel Gerkin. I am a little over the age of young. I live by myself. Both my parents died in an awful accident many years ago.

They were at a party of a "Well-to-do". They had been promised a big break. There were thousands of others also at the party who had been promised the same big break.

There was much wine and song and of course dance. What would RhumbaLand be without dance?

The large palatial building stood on the steep incline of a sheer cliff face. A large, expansive balcony jutted out from the building and swallowed up the view of a dark aubergine sea that lashed hungrily far below.

Bodies swayed to the latin beat, sweat rolled off the edges of the balcony which itself groaned under the weight. However, no one heard the groans and soon, it could hold itself intact no more and gave way.

It tumbled into the arms of the hungry aubergine sea far below who swallowed it whole along with all the people who had been dancing only a few seconds before. My parents were among them.

The sea gave a thankful burp and went out with the tide.

That's life, I suppose, I don't think about it too much.

I have a good job and it keeps me busy. I work at the Factory of Dance. We make all kinds of things. I am on the processing line for Toasters. I'm a quality inspector. My favourite job is timing the electrical elements and how long it takes to create a well toasted slice.

Over the last year we have sliced off (sorry about the pun but it does get a few laughs around here), some 10 seconds off this time. I am very proud of my achievement and I know it has not gone unnoticed in higher circles.

Even Silvia Rose noticed. Yes, she works here in management. I received an email from her a few months ago "acknowledging the wonderful quality of work" that was being performed by the team.

I saw her on my way to the toilet just after that. She was racing out of the women's, her hands slightly wet. A few drops of water dripped to the floor. She looked back at me and smiled.

The drips of water on the floor, arched up and danced to the strains of the music that was coming out of the loudspeakers.