Jordon Conger-Naum

"The Heart Shaped Locket"

“5:00 AM - Wake up, sir” The familiar voice resounded throughout the domicile. A femine, yet stern voice, that oft commanded the slowly ailing Johnston, and ran his tiny abode. A steaming bowl of rice, with two small portions of synthesized ‘protein’, most likely recycled feces he guessed, sat beside a large glass of light blue liquid on the table opposite his small cot.