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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