Heat-Shaped Locket
Erick Swoldren awoke to sweat and terror. his body shook uncontrollably light tremors accompanied by constant shaking. he wasn't sick, not physically at least. his small habitation compartment loomed over him exactly seven and a half feet tall with 'ample room to stretch.' after a short trip to the sanitation compartment refreshed and finally calmed he pondered over what his morning should look like. the next week was blessedly free of work detail - wait no - blessedly, no he wasn't allowed to use that word. he started shaking slightly, he could feel the eyes upon his back. these things they simply tore at him. No he was not assigned work detail this week. the park was today's destination, air filtration, and oxygen emitters aside it had been months since he had felt nature's caress.
