Jessica Rathmann

Rust

Maven will never see the sun. She had accepted this fact years ago, knowing that no one in the slum ever did. The clouds and smog from the factories and landfills towering over them, far too dark to ever let a light as bright and beautiful as the sun come through. While the wealthy got to live amongst the sun and watch the smoke in the distance, splendidly draped in cluelessness to the hours Maven and many others in her small area of the world worked to find even just a scrap of metal to sell.