Not For The First Time: Friday Fictioneers

Anther prompt from Rochelle, 100 words based on the picture below.

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The foreman  cursed and screamed. Jesús understood little, but he took the meaning.

The foreman eventually lost all composure, taking Jesús up by the straps of his overalls and fairly lifting him off the ground. His reddening face now inches away, flecks of spittle landing on Jesús’ cheeks as he shouted each word, spacing them so they would land like stones tossed into a pond.

YOU GO NOW TO SEE THE BOSS.

Jesús turned in his tools and walked slowly to the trailer.

Not for the first time he wished his English was better. He could explain, then.