MICRO-FICTIONS MICRO-FICTIONS

CURRENCY

In sterile atmospheres, life is born into currency. Hoarded like all things precious.
While Katya was finally granted leave to visit her sick mother, they took the opportunity to snoop around her sleeping quarters. Finding dehydrated crumbs of Bellis perennis stashed in her pillowcase, they debated whether to have her terminated or simply incarcerated.
Life is truly precious.