Number12's Nanofiction collection, Page 33

The Working Life

date: 03-09-00

I worked in a glittering castle, selling clean white clouds from a pushcart in a spacious square. But to get to work I had to drive through choking smoke and come in the servant's entrance. Eventually I quit and took a better job, crawling in the dirt and helping the yellow flowers grow.

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