The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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Jim used to install heating and air-conditioning for commercial sites.  While telling me about the tragic days he had on the job, he kept repeating

We all saw the lights.  Heard the sirens.  Nobody said anything.  We just dropped our things, stopped our work and walked slowly towards the locker room.

The sun was still high in the sky, our muscles not yet sore.  Nobody liked a short workday.  I would’ve rather worked overtime than go home this early for this reason.

My legs moved heavily and carefully out of the job site and joined the rest of the guys’.  Even though there were a lot of us, we felt that missing piece.  There was heaviness on our chests and no matter how much we tried to shake it off it clung to us like quicksand and pulled our spirits further into nothingness.

Our eyes never left the ground.  Nobody spoke a single word.  The silence was deafening.

Silence

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Jim used to install heating and air-conditioning for commercial sites. While telling me about the tragic days he had on the job, he kept repeating "There was a sense of camaraderie. A sense of family." He told me that the locker room would always be loud and full of laughter and chatter. But when an accident happened and someone passed, the locker room would be so silent that you "could here a pin drop." -Written by Derya Y on 7/31/14.

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Recorded by Derya Yilmaz on August 1, 2014
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