Fuck Factory

By Cara Layton

Copyright 2012 Cara Layton

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Layla looked at herself in the small, scratched bathroom mirror. She swiped her long, spiraling black hair out of her brown eyes and exhaled deeply. Her arrival at the factory had been early, so she was taking a few minutes to spruce herself up for her upcoming interview. After graduating from high school a few months prior, she had looked for a job just about everywhere. Unfortunately, Rason was a small town with very few jobs other than farm work. She had spent months trying to get a position somewhere but had no luck. She had no desire to go to college right away but not having a degree was making her life hell.

For months she had avoided applying at the factory in whose bathroom she was standing. The business was something of a black sheep in the area and, therefore, the workers were as well. The sprawling factory was in one of the most unholy of businesses: sex. Thousands of naughty toys and accessories left through the back docks every day, much to the chagrin of the allegedly morally superior citizens of Rason. There had been picket lines when the company had moved in to the long abandoned warehouse. People had been upset. The heat eventually died down to a degree but the people of the town had never really let it go. The locals would often turn their noses up at the workers, even going so far as to walk on the other side of the street at times, particularly Sundays.

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