little embers

January 07, 2015

Little embers fall from the roaster to the floor. A clump of chaff ignites and dies on the cement. 

A lingering smell of smoke fills the air. The tray under the drum has got an ember in it, too. I spray water into the tray. It hisses and steams against the hot metal, melting the fire and dampening the smoke.

"I should reposition the drum." I think. 

The crescent wrench is the size of my head. Its got "P-90" cut into it. 

"90 kilo Probat? Yes, that's what that means."