tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31833714.post4327563627340563294..comments2020-08-03T23:54:44.867-04:00Comments on Fragments Fiction: The Factory (WT 25)Dave Fragmentshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17985158361431606939noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31833714.post-12906436070991288872007-09-15T12:45:00.000-04:002007-09-15T12:45:00.000-04:00I posted this on the websiteI posted this on the websiteDave Fragmentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17985158361431606939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31833714.post-71256961726530074522007-09-14T00:04:00.000-04:002007-09-14T00:04:00.000-04:00The opening: "Are you sure we're allowed to be her...The opening: <BR/><BR/>"Are you sure we're allowed to be here?" Caleb gawked at the empty factory. Stacks of fake arms and legs lay in on stainless steel equipment. <BR/><BR/>"Frank told me it was important. Last summer was so busy. This place is empty." Paul pointed to the worker's locker room, a ceramic block room at the far end of the factory. <BR/><BR/>"The building's cold. Don’t they have heat?" Caleb picked up the head of a mannequin with a marble black and silver finish. <BR/><BR/>"No silly, the equipment is hot enough when it's working. It's 85 or 90 degrees in the middle of winter." They jogged through the factory. <BR/><BR/>"I never saw so many body parts. These are all made from molds?" <BR/><BR/>"This is all I did the last three summers. Sculpt the master statue, cast it in alginate, release it, vacuum form the plastic master mold and then make several thousand mannequins." <BR/><BR/>"You make it sound so simple." They reached the worker's locker room.<BR/><BR/>"And boring. Come on, I want to be shaved and showered before Frank shows up. Stow your stuff in my locker"Dave Fragmentshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17985158361431606939noreply@blogger.com