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Homework

It was almost 7pm, and that meant it was almost break time. I groaned inwardly as I realized that I would be taking my break alone, again, if this guy I was talking to on the phone didn't get his act together and just answer the questions posed to him. I had told him in the beginning that the survey would only takes a few minutes and he was starting to become irritated because it was taking longer then it should. I really wanted to tell him that it was his own damn fault that it was taking so long because he couldn't seem to be able to just answer the questions asked.

Suddenly there was a WHOOMP that made the floor shudder. Being more curious about the sound than the respondent, I stood up to look around. I was still taking down the information that the guy on the other end of the line was giving me, but I was giving him less then half a thought as I did so...

Then I saw what had happened.

One of the other callers was lying face down on the floor.

"Oh shit!" I said under my breath.

The respondent on my line said something, but I have no idea what it was. I think I told him that there was a caller down, and that we would call him back another time. I remember hanging up on him as he tried to protest, saying that he didn't want another call. But it was too late, I had already put his number back into the computer for a recall later. Not that that was important at the moment.

I turned back in time to see someone roll one of the older gentlemen that I work with over onto his side. His forehead was bloody from where he had hit it on the floor. He seemed so old at that moment. Much the way my grandfather had looked so long ago. My grandfather. I hadn't seen him in years, he died when I was very young. But I remembered visiting him in the hospital, with a lump on his forehead much the same as the one Kelly was going to wake up with the next morning. I remembered sitting by the hospital bed, holding my grandfather's frail hand in my tiny ones. His skin was so thin I thought that it would rip if I moved wrong...

I riped myself out of my reverie and ran over to the others to try to be of assistance. I was sent downstairs to make sure the paramedics could get in through the locked front doors.

NOTE: This was an assignment for my CCV Creative Writing II online class with William Noble.