Wednesday, March 31, 2010
He sat on the edge of a broken speeder, and watched the filthy rain falling down around him. It rolled off the roof of his metal shed, and dripped into the street, trailing a caustic film that revived and deformed the weeds in the cracks as the acid sank into the ground.
He hunched his shoulders under a dirty coat, and stared out at the expanse of the city. Speeders and Grounders raced by, each ignoring the other, and all ignoring him. A pitiful human sacrifice on the altar of progress.