FICTION
LAST DAY ON
NEXUS
Frost settled on the window sill. Mid-winter frost always spelled a sunny
day but also meant cold southerlies to chill Shareth to the bone.
H
e didn’t like the cold it
After pouring a bowl of Eldan
they discussed the evacuation in
meant his fingers were
Honeywheat Pops, Shareth wished
the most vacuous way possible.
stiff early and the first
he’d gotten milk the afternoon
“Well Ja’ans,” The woman said,
few tools felt a lot heavier than
before. Laziness and exhaustion
they should. Shareth rolled over
had won out over visiting the night
Shareth always forgot their names
and threw his legs over the edge
markets with all those people.
and hers escaped him, “I don’t think
of his augmented hardwood four-
Putting a spoonful of the dry
it’s as bad as they’re saying, I mean
poster. The luminescence running
cereal in his mo uth, he called up
how many creeps with glowing
through it dimmed, the warmth
the morning shows. Today’s male
green spikes out of their backs, have
drained away under his arse quicker
and female anchors, dressed to
you seen walking along the street?”
than Shareth would have liked.
the max grinned shining teeth as
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