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'What.....What I cannot believe what you are saying to me!' Ken gestured with his hands in the air.
'We have to let you go, this warehouse is going to be closed' said Manager Senek.

Ken sat on the barrel looking deflated, his eyes had a touch of sadness. His rickety bum sat on the old barrel which he had used to tidy up the rubbish. His worn broom rested on the side, that was rotten and bristles which were brittle and untidy.

The warehouse was dark, with a shimmer of light that came from the crack in the ceiling. It was dusty, black, dirty but to Ken it was is home , as he cleaned it up once the cars had come into repair. Cars such as: Mercedes- Bens, Ford, Audi, Sedan and even a Rolls Royce had come through the back gates into the warehouse to be fixed or cleaned.

'Business isn't going well at all, we just can't afford to keep the warehouse open any more' said the Manager. Ken's eyes widened and dilated like a flower opening up, his hands in a pose of mercy. But the Manager didn't see that, all he thought of was profits and money.

Ken had worked in the warehouse since he was sixteen years old, to clean up after the cars had left, it was a simple and easy job. He adapted to the darkness, dampness, the dingy place. It became his home that he settled into the routine.. He would watch the cars come into the warehouse and look with awe and wonder. The shiny, sparkling, sophistication of the cars, he never saw the owners. He would the invisible cleaner as the cars pulled out, to brush after and pick up the rubble or glass from repairs.

But now what was he going to do, where was he going to go. He had been 'Let go' as the Manager has put it without a care. Manager Senek would be transferred to a 'show room' where cars were brought by people. But Ken didn't have anywhere to go, what would he do he thought.

'You need to leave by the end of the day' as the Manager left the warehouse. The light was still glowing onto the floor marking where the cars once has stopped and been repaired. It was empty with only Ken sitting on the barrel. He was an old seventy year old man that had been 'Let go' into the world outside.

Manager Senek came to lock the warehouse and checked inside to see it was empty ' Thank god that old git has gone' he snorted. He bolted the front gate as it creaked shut and walked away into his BMW which was crispy clean and white. He didn't look behind him, he had his future and his job awaiting.

Manager Senek got into his new office, it was fresh, organised, and a newspaper was left on his desk as he had ordered the young lad to get. 'Now this is the life' he grunted.

Body found of an old man, near abandoned warehouse. The man is believed to be around seventy years old and died of  hypothermia. He has been identified as the body of Ken Johnson and old employee of the factory 'First Choice Repairs' which went into liquidation two weeks ago. Ken Johnson did not have any immediate family.

'Ken you poor bastard....Oh well life must go on aye' he laughed as he scrunched up the newspaper and looked outside of the glistening window like a spider waiting for a fly for the next customer to purchase a new car.

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