Greetings, all! It is mid-week and time for some Hump Day Hooking!
I was in a bit of a quandary about what to post today. I have several works in progress, all in various stages of undress, and none screaming for particular attention. (Probably because I’m focused on a deadline at the end of the month.) So, since I’ve been diddling about in the historical past recently, I decided to go in the opposite direction. This week’s bit is from my dystopian story, Ark:
Luk was born into a world in which he had no place.
As a child he was unaware of that fact, raised as he was in the nursery with other children. They ate, slept, and studied together, unaware of their impending difference. At first the light olive tone of his skin had merely amused his pale, milky companions. The tight black fuzz which had begun to grow across his head seemed to concern the Matrons somewhat, although they never said as much. They would simply cluck their tongues while covering the stuff with a smelly cream and washing the lot away, all the while shushing his juvenile questions. By his tenth year the Matrons had given up on the cream and simply clipped the stuff weekly. At twelve he learned it was called hair. No one had had hair since the Ark had begun its long Journey.
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‘Til next time!