Factory To the Stars

           He worked in a factory manufacturing all the stars in the sky. Twelve hours a day he'd pace up and down an assembly line overseeing the production of every cluster, quasar, comet and constellation. He's worked there so long he can hardly recall doing anything else.

            He lived in a room above a bar with a woman. He'd lived with her for six months and still didn't know her name. 

            He preferred it that way.

            

            Names got in the way of things.

            Names meant trouble.

            Names left an emptiness when they left....

           ....and they always left.