Prompt: “A character walks into the kitchen at the end of the day. He finds something on the kitchen table that is not supposed to be there.
That night should have been like any other for Samuel McCready, a blue collared worker to who nothing interesting ever happened. Nothing even particularly curious ever happened to Samuel McCready. Tonight, however, was curious indeed. Samuel roughly forced open the stubborn door to his apartment and slammed it behind him. It’s not that he was angry, but a hard slam was the easiest way to get that stubborn old door to shut. He tossed his keys on an old wooden table next to the door and rubbed his neck. He had been at the factory for 10 hours today, creating car parts that would be shipped to another factory for assembly. A few years ago, metalwork had sounded pretty cool to him, so he had worked for one year to get an apprenticeship certificate at the local tech school. Now, after working in the same job, building the same parts, Sean wasn’t entirely sure he’d picked the right career. Months had turned into years. He still entertained the thought that he go back to school someday and get some kind of real degree, but for now he would stick to what was paying the bills
He lived alone in a dingy one room apartment
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