The Toolbelts

Our toolbelts were slung carelessly to the side, soaking up sun on the small, muddy patio. Only minutes before they’d been vital in getting the job done; each belt carrying the essential tools for measuring, cutting, and drilling drywall. They had slapped against thighs, twisted around waists, and stretched to the max holding extra screws, tape measures, chalk. Their insides were blue with excess chalk from the over-filling of snaplines, and their outsides were covered in the fine dust only created by drywall and rotozips.

But now they were done. The people were having their shrimp po’boy lunches, generously provided by the homeowner. Relaxing in the sun, tanning faces, stretching limbs; completely unaware of the toolbelts’ hard work.


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