“Fedelstein appeared illuminated…”
In the bright mid-day sun, Fedelstein appeared illuminated. Dust motes blurred the air, plaster residue streaked the arms of his shirt, sweat darkened the porous fabric and wrapped the clothing around his frame. He leaned further, his body swaying in the opening, and for a moment it looked like he was going leap onto the thick rope that hung down to the ground. The notion of such a limber motion defied the essence of Fedelstein. Behind him, the workers were still, dread building. What would happen to their positions, to the company, if the young man grabbed for the rope and fell?