Young Adult
All That's Left
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Small and round, with nothing of a view, buried between the building structures and sand piles. Glass grimy with age and the wear of weather, there wasn't much to see per se, but to her it glowed. The greatest treasure. A shard of sunshine, handfuls of dust blown in the air. A piece of sky so blue it hurt to stare, like a cracked tile you could imagine came from a vast and beautiful courtyard. She had heard that back in the day, when people could survive to stand outside, the sky stretched all the way across your field of vision. Surrounded you with its eternity. The simulators could replicate it, emulate the experience of a memory of a resemblance of what once was in a near-forgotten time. But this, as small as it was, this was real.
By Ellen Stedfeld3 years ago in Fiction
