the ring of the bell filled your ears as you saw the last customer leave with their fresh bag of meat, you wondered if it was really the stuff they ordered, You've never seen Wally in action when he was in the back preparing the meat they ordered.

The faint chirp of birds withered, the sunset drifted behind the thick clouds, the dayshift already had passed, and The Night had already begun to awaken.

The simple yet stern words of his excuse to keep you out of the back storage room while he was in there made you slightly concerned by the outcome if you did go in there with him, but you knew better.

The shop had already closed once the sign was flipped over to the 'Closed' side, the window blinds closing to block any passers from looking inside, The movements Wally made were steady and calm, alert almost.

His back turned when he headed back to the storage room. the thick smell of grease yet the heavy scent of some type of unknown meat stuck in the air around you both.

the lightness of the hard plastic broom in your palms was cold, the faint humming from the radio on the counter, your own footsteps and the brushing at any specks of dirt and dust on the marble floor being swept by the broom you held.

You had a lot to clean, from the residue on the once-seated tables to the inpatient sweat on the chairs, but it was worth it with how much you were being paid.

The softness of the damp wet wipes on your fingers was no mind on the hardness of the tables, You could occasionally hear the sounds of your boss, Wally, walking around in the storage room, the click and sound of the door opening pierced the silence in the entire shop.