Monday, January 4, 2010

4. Nuts and bolts

Cleveland Street, Surry Hills, opposite the SH Shopping Centre
Scrubbed beyond moisture, the grey tongue-and-groove boards panelled the dingy room, the solitary light falling through the grimy louvre window high to the rear. Burnished rosewood cabinets lined each wall, while across the rear stretched banks of gun-metal-grey shelving overflowing with ladders and trestles, hinges, and angle irons.

Broaching forty, Dickie Harris was one of the unfortunates on whom fate bestowed a baby face. His soft pink flesh reinforced the apparent immaturity, as did the rose-bud flush that caroused his face when social inadequacy called. However, Dickie was master of all he surveyed on the shop floor.

Set into the rear of each cabinet were banks of drawers. Dickie eased each drawer over its felt runner and checked that screws lay beside screws, slotted with slotted and Phillips Head with Phillips Head, each to his own kind, before moving to the next drawer. In Dickie’s domain, everything had a place.

3 comments:

Vicki said...

I'm intrigued with the concept of this blog, Julie, and will be following it with much interest.

The added detail of the riff rounds out the photo beautifully.

Joan Elizabeth said...

I see you've now described the rules of your challenge. This is going to be fascinating. I'd like to spend more time exercising the power of my pen but find that by the time I write a gazillion words for work I don't have any puff left.

Dickie's drawers remind me of the 54 drawers in my family room -- when they had Dad's nuts and bolts in them.

diane said...

I too have just read what Riff is all about. I'm looking forward to the journey with you. Your writing is thought provoking and fun to read.
It is great to know there are some well organised men in the world other than Germans. Maybe he is/was.