“People under seventy and over seven are very unreliable if they are not cats.”
This week's Wednesday Painting is my own Horses. I hope you like it!
Hello. It is Monday. I live in Sun City. Sun City is a city that is entirely contained inside an enormous concrete building in the shape of a sun. Its rays house our living quarters; its circular centre is where we work and shop. No one has ever been outside of the city; it is generally suspected that the environment outside of the city is uninhabitable.
It's a great little story which plays with one of society's greatest fears... not just being killed, but what will happen to your body once your spirit has gone? It's always fascinated me that people will dwell on this to such an extent.
This is listed as a poem but I think it can be considered a short story too. I love it whatever it is.