First Pass at Beginning a Sci-Fi Tale

It was late enough that the cleaners had already been through and the floor smelled like lemon and wax. I could see them finishing up towards the end of the hall, light-industrial labourers with small frames and arms a foot or more longer than their legs. I watched them for a minute, enjoying their easy practiced motions. One was sweeping up whatever dirt and clutter the day had left while behind it two more used wood handled mops to burnish the floor.

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