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The dust is red. It’s everywhere. They call it rouge, for polishing. The wall is wiped with faint pink smears that won’t wash off. The ringing beat of hammering on steel repeats and repeats.
On the right of the door an old showcase has a flickering neon light. The cord dangles loosely showing red-stained electric tape. The rouge. In the case are dusty things.
The wildlife calendar pictures four warthogs jogging tails raised along a grassy gully near some trees. The pink dust is on the picture too, The “today” marker is a week late.
The counter’s glass is scratched. Under it the rings gleam in rows in trays Gold and gems. Desire. Craft. Faded red velvet. Yellowed sticky-tape which mended a crack in the glass.
The smell of the red dust. The grate of files rasping and the hammering in there in the back room where the flames gleam. Where they make these golden things. |