The White Room - Flash Fiction
- Greg Luti
- Dec 28, 2025
- 3 min read
Two janitors end their day as one contemplates life and the other thinks about dinner.
Dan and Carlos were done cleaning the parts of the small facility of a few rooms for the night.
The main room had been set up for the party tomorrow. The floors have been washed. All the tables are ready. Their job was complete. All they had to do now was wait for the night to end and clock out.
They now sat in the first small room of the facility, relaxing from their job. There was not much in the room, only a few chairs, as they moved all the tables into the main room.
Dan, the older of the two, had done this menial job his entire life, being a janitor is all he knows. He has cleaned up just about everything you can think of, from the birthday parties of those at this park, to the filing papers of an office day, to even the medical supplies of a hospital. Today was just another day in the eyes of the senior.
He chose to work with the kid of the crew, the recent high school grad, Carlos, as he knew the kid was good and would help him. If there is one thing that Dan learned in his years, it is that some men are not made to clean the floors. Those who can clean the toilets, put out the trash, and do so with a good attitude are those that you wish to work with. They make the job easier.
That is how Carlos is. He is at the park for the summer, as he is heading off to an upstate college next semester. Now, though, he is helping out in this job.
