Lake Lewisia #1189
Nov. 22nd, 2024 05:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
“Tell me a story,” she asked, and the old maintenance tech told her a story from when the building was young and still unfinished, how he would find little hand prints left in the fresh primer on the walls, and where she could still see one of them that never got painted over. “Tell me a story,” she asked, and the creature in the half-finished supply closet told her a story from when the ground had not been broken yet, how there was a tunnel among the roots of a tree, and what his little hands had dug up before concrete hid it again. “Tell me a story,” she asked, and the old fragments of roots that were slowly upheaving the lunch patio told her a story from when their tree had been a sapling, how they burrowed around the wide underground boulevards of a sunken city, and why the people there had not minded what happened above them when there was still room to dig down.
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