Wasted (Micro-Fiction)

We lived beneath the piled trash skyscrapers. Antlike, generations of our families had carved their own spaces into the towering structures, into every nook and cranny, every subterranean hole; we dared not build above the waste. Eking out a living, we lived like the rats we’d replaced scurrying around without real purpose just trying to survive. Some said, what a waste of a world. I said, what a world we’d wasted.

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