With a clank and a clatter, Joshua pulled the rusted steel cover off the manhole and shoved it aside across the pavement into the semi-darkness. Maintenance calls in the middle of the night were a pain in the neck. Thankfully though, the streets tended to be less busy at this hour, which is precisely why these kinds of calls tended to be scheduled at such ungodly hours.
There was a pungent sort of odor coming up from the blackness of the hole at his feet. The sad thing was that it was hardly any worse than the odors that lurked above ground. Better, in fact. Joshua glanced around him at the sea of flickering neon lights, almost painful to his darkness adjusted eyes, as they cast freakish shifting shadows amidst the heaps of refuse which were piled high in the street. Joshua felt a wave of disgust sweep over him. There were times when he found the human race to be truly revolting.
Right, time to finish up. With a sigh, he gathered up his equipment, stuffing the assortment of stone hammers and bone awls into the leather pouches strapped to the scales around his waist. Then, turning around and orienting himself tail first he slithered into the manhole, grabbing the steel cover as he went. As the cover slipped into place with a clank, Joshua slipped in turn back into the darkness of the city sewers.
It was time to go home.
Every now and then I take time to write little snippets like this for practice. They’re not particularly refined, but they’re fun and they keep me in form. Rather than create whole pages for them, I’ve decided to share them (or at least the better ones) via my blog and facebook page. I hope you enjoy them!