100-Word Fiction: ‘Stitching Up the Future’

I work very hard in the factory and the machines go clitter-clatter. It is so hot. I have not changed clothes in weeks. I wear my yellow T-shirt and shorts and if I smell then we all do. There is a little sink where we can wash. We get to sleep in shifts. It is cramped but we are so tired losing consciousness is easy. Our money gets sent straight to family. I do not see it, but I get to eat. We make yellow T-shirts and shorts for the rich people. I am trying to make a good future.