Sunshine

Wesley got up bright and early. Not so the sky, however, for it was still dark outside. He was lucky to have gotten an early morning job delivering fruit and salad to customers. It was a start-up company that made sales only online. His friend told Wesley about it, and Wesley was now about 3 months into the job. He was able to finish the deliveries in about two hours, starting at 4 AM. 

It was not the typical life young adults dream about, but Wesley needed all the money he could make. That was why he started at 4 AM, moving onto construction work during the day. After 6 PM, he would make it as fast as he could to the local pizza parlor. People in the neighborhood tipped well, though it was pretty dangerous driving so late and tired. 

The day started like any other day for Wesley. It was supposed to be a cloudy day, however, with a high chance of rain. As soon as the alarm started blaring, Wesley shut it off in an orderly fashion. With a big yawn, he got up out of the bed, into the bathroom. After a quick teeth brushing and a splash of water to his face, Wesley was already out. He was always the first one to the company. The trucks were already making their drops of fresh fruit and vegetables. Wesley would be the one to ride the newest of the bicycles. He wished he could make the deliveries by at least a scooter, but the company being a small start-up with a market slogan of environmental friendliness, a bicycle was the best they provided. 

A couple of new customers had signed up a few days ago. Wesley had planned new routes and they seemed to work out pretty well. As the sun rose minutes later with the seasons, it was darker than usual, especially with the clouds. Perhaps if Wesley had been a minute late, he could have seen the metal chains closing off the parking lot, where Wesley had made the turns to reach the last delivery point. 

With a loud clunk, Wesley flew out from the bicycle. FHe flew quite nicely, landing on all fours. His hands were bruised slightly, with a little scrapes. He was lucky not have broken any bones.  It was the bicycle that needed more attention, as the front wheel complete came off. He looked around for the bolt holding the wheels in place, but it was simply too dark and too small to find. 

He gathered as much of the bicycle as he could and ran to make the final stop. He was a a bit worried that the customer might find the products jumbled around from the crash, but he did not have time to worry about that at the moment.

The deliver company manager told him that he will think about what to do with the bill for repairing the bicycle. Wesley wished he could talk the manager out of having to pay for the bills, but he needed to move on to his next workplace. 

Wesley munched on a stale apple for breakfast. He was hoping the the holes in the apple were simply his imagination. Perhaps the apple was a bit rotten. Perhaps a worm could have taken a bite as well. He knew what he was buying though, nothing really surprised him. Older fruit were to be cheaper. 

The bus ride was never short, and though it could have been boring times, it was one of the few times when he could take a nap. This was possible because the bus driver would gently honk the horns when it was time for Wesley to get off. Wesley greeted the bus driver as usual while getting on the bus, and the driver responded with a simple nod. Eager to sit down and rest his head, he headed further into the bus. Today, however, the seats were all occupied, unreasonable for this time of day. 

Wesley was 5 minutes late, and as soon as the manager saw Wesley, he began to yell at Wesley. It was obvious the manager did not like Wesley. No one really knew why. Nonetheless, Wesley kept apologizing and rushed to his work site, hard hat and all. 

The extra minutes of sleep was quite necessary for Wesley to get going on his construction work. He would push barrows of cement. He would carry multiple iron bars. Sometimes, he simply carried himself. The work was now in its closing phase, deeming more work upstairs in the building. As he was climbing up the scaffold, a brief lightheadedness resulted in him dozing off. Within seconds, Wesley quickly fell off, falling straight downstairs, into a pile of construction waste and sand. 

Today just may have been a bad day. This time, Wesley was thankful simply to be alive. Yet, no arms got twisted. No legs broken. He was allowed to rest a few minutes, orders given by the manager himself. All the co-workers did not mind doing a bit extra work for Wesley, for he was well liked among the crowd. 

Wesley had no way to pack a lunch. He also did not want to burden others for his lack of money onto his co-workers. So, Wesley would slowly disappear during lunch time, filling his stomach with lots of water. 

Wesley managed to work the afternoon hours. Before leaving the site, the manager lined up the works of site 2, and gave each employee an envelope of pay. It was a little less than expected, but it was more than necessary to carry on another day for Wesley. 

He quickly left the site and hurried off to the pizza parlor. For a brief moment, the clouds cleared. Sun was shining down ever so brightly, especially upon Wesley. 

A gentle smile formed upon his face. 

The skies darkened quickly thereafter, and raindrops started to fall. The forecast was pretty damn accurate today. As Wesley jogged down, he was hoping to make it there on time. He was hoping the roads would not be too slippery. He hoped.