Grace McCullar

After the Modification

I never should have believed them, he muttered to himself, his sweaty clothing clinging to his back and legs as he shoveled the debris. At least I think I shouldn’t have trusted them, who can remember? The designers would know. The sun seemed hotter today. Was it always this hot? He couldn’t be sure, the only thing he was sure of was that there was no beauty in the world except for the heart shaped locket.