Gears and Cogs

I wrote this in 09/09/09
              There was nowhere to go so she went up.  Climbing up the inside of the tower, despite Big Ben’s notoriety not many people have seen the inside.  Cogs and gears worked all around her.  It was like another world, one made of spinning mettle and whirring things of an indescribable nature.  There were two hulking behemoths chasing Jessica.   These men where vary well dressed for this sort of job.  One, the tallest of the pair, very much enjoyed green.  He wore an olive waistcoat with a forest jacket and tie.  While the other had on a very plain brown suit, he enjoyed becoming indistinguishable in the crowed though not being very successful.  These two men where hired by a very rich and private aristocrat.  They didn’t even know his name. 
              Jessica was scared, she felt as though her life was not only over but it would never have been. She didn’t know why she was being chased only that these men did not seem friendly.  The kitchen where she worked with all its hustle and bustle had a lot of gossip so when the two dapper men came to inquire about Jessica the rumor spread fast.  As one cook pout it; “When there are tall men in ominous clothing looking grim and seeming out of place; run.” This piece of advice gave Jessica a head start on her would be captors.  As Jessica quickly heard this, she wanted to get away more and more.  She was nervous not knowing where she could go. 
              Finally reaching the highest level of the clock tower she listened for the sound of the retrievers.  As they were still on their way she found no other option but to climb the clock face, a bountiful piece of new art only being installed twelve years earlier.  The hour hand was at three and the minuet hand at one.  Jessica scrambled up, quickly tiring from the ordeal.  As the fear of the situation over took her she didn’t realize how easy it was getting becoming to climb.  It wasn’t as though her muscles were becoming numb but that they were actually becoming re-energized as she climbed.  As Jessica reached the top of the tower she was practically floating not even sure how she was doing it.  Finally she looked around marveling at the urban sprawl before her.  It looked a strange but gentle monster that was hustling and bustling its way into the evening.   The city she knew as her home became a small puzzle piece in a larger mosaic of a grand London metropolis.  She wondered if the feeling she got was from the beautiful city before her of the new-found ability she possessed. 
              The men were confused as to Jessica’s escape and were apprehensive to tell their employer of their misfortune.  One said “She must ‘ave gone… Where did she go?” The other replied “Don’t think it just hurts my brain.”  Jessica on the other hand was reveling in her escape able to go anywhere and do anything.  All that cooking training for nothing but she didn’t care.  The world was hers and she would have it.  And for all the others that truly woke up that day there are stories for them too.