Friday, 5 June 2009

The moon

The vendor at the Barren Zone bazaar lifted his micro-mirrored eye-patch and winked a milky-white blind eye: “Tell me what do ya think?” A leathery hand reached out and passed the first human child a crumbly, cheese-like substance, which he accepted, taking a tentative bite. “It tastes like the moon.”

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