Solar Power

 

Solar Power

100 Word Story

When the off-ramp donations were sparse, Sherman hunted for returnables.

Age was moving in without permission. It wasn’t just his joints that ached, it was his very skin — dry, cracked, leathery.

In a crevice by the viaduct, there was an old cola can that was so sun-bleached it looked like a whole different flavor.

Sherm stopped, looked at his arms, baked brown like pumpernickel, when he had been such a pale kid.

He wondered why the sun made living things darker and made artificial stuff begin to disappear when he felt like it should be the other way around.


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