Hardtown

There’s the spaceport, with it’s hotels and swanky shops and wall-to-wall security, and then there’s Hardtown. Maybe the name is a little obvious, but it’s appropriate.

We live eight to an apartment here. We’re the ones who wait on you when you order your ten dollar cosmo in the lounge. We sweep up the candy wrappers you drop on the ground when you’re waiting in line to board. We manhandle your luggage up into the hold.

Sometimes I just want to climb up there myself, and risk being suffocated. Whatever’s out there can’t be any worse than what’s down here.

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Title by: J. Edward Deacon
Story by: David

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