In the old days, it was just cartoons, the odd 2D nutcase who took the dive. They whizzed past me and I’d get a sense of that weird music in my ears, an’ once or twice I’d feel my eyes squirm in their sockets and just stare. You must ‘ave seen me sometime, just standin’ there, pleasantly washin’ my windows as some idiot drops from the roof above. Those ones usually survived, though. After all, what’s the use in killin’ off animation?
Today, well, it’s different. I hear ‘em sometimes, up on the scaffolding, and sometimes I look down and the crowd are wavin’ at me, all frantic. Ain’t it funny how they never blinked at the cartoons, but now they gather like an ‘erd, screamin’ at me to get him down? I could never get ‘em down. They cry a little and then they jump, like all the rest. I don’t ‘ear the music anymore, and I don’t stare. My eyes used to practically fall out my ‘ead, y’know. Today, well. It’s different.
Spoiler
Based off a prompt. In 200 words, describe a day in the life of a window washer. Hint: think back to the old cartoons, characters falling from roofs, and think that an awful lot of them seem to fall past window cleaners. Or maybe it was just Pokémon.
I'd really appreciate crits! Is the voice irritating?


