by Robert Ferguson
Absinthe
“So I thought if I could just show you my design, you might be
interested.”
“I’m sure I would, but perhaps another…”
“Well, its quite urgent, actually. You have so many candidates, and
there’s already a backlog. Let me just show you…”. He spread his large sheet of
paper across the documents on the other’s desk.
“Yes, but…”
“Now, you see how simple the design is. It can be knocked up quickly,
from minimal materials, anywhere and everywhere you needed one. The main thing
is a good, sharp blade, forged to fit these twin supports, and the other thing
you need is grease, to make sure it slides cleanly in its
run.”
“I’m sorry, but I really must insist that you
remove…”
“Well exactly, you have to remove the remnants after each operation, but
that’s easy enough with my design. There’s a basket here at this end, and the
labourers simply slide the raw material onto this trough here before the machine
is operated, and then slide the
remainder
out again into the cart from which it came. Just a matter of seconds per
operation, you see.”
“No, no, M. Guillotine, I’m sorry, it’ll never work.”
About
the Author
Robert has previously
contributed a number of short stories to CafeLit, in addition to publishing
“Late Starter”, a volume of poetry, and other poems in 2018 numbers of “The
Cannon’s Mouth”. He is the winner of the Solihull Writers’ Workshop Poetry
Competition 2018.
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