37| Line Cleaning

A man with oval glasses wearing a dark suit walked unsteadily by the side of the road. He pulled his tie loose, and his hair looked disheveled. In his right hand, he is carrying a briefcase, while in his left hand, he is holding a piece of paper that is tattered from being opened and closed too often. A light breeze brushed against the skinny man's face and body. The traffic beside him was full of the glittering vehicle and street lights.

"Die... die... die...." The man whispered, following the voices in his head.

He continued walking along the sidewalk until he reached the bridge connecting Hambara Town and Haridra Town. In his head kept flashing the image of the boss's cursing and anger this afternoon at the office. He failed to reach the sales target that month.

The man dropped his briefcase onto the sidewalk. The termination paper in his left hand was blown away by the wind and fell onto the wide surface of the Hambara River under the bridge. The man's eyes