Shine In, Shine On
“Come away from the window, dear. It’s time for dinner.”
Carina turned from the zircon-glass and walked into the sunshine-yellow kitchen, her mother’s face beaming as she waited for Carina to sit down on the silver-silica stool. Carina’s face shadowed as she leaned close to her reflection in the silver-silica table, the underside of her yellow tray dark against the undying supernova shining down from the ceiling. Her yellow Lycra6-booted feet hung six inches off the silver-silica floor, kicking at the faint shadows.
