Friday, May 21, 2010

Red Town

The buildings were all long slender windowless like crimson cigarettes. These structures were divided into cubicles which contained a bed and a bathroom. Each fag edifice could hold 500 individuals. The streets were so narrow and constraining that they felt morbid. Most of the nighttime lighting in the town came from torches. One of the common occurrences was to be burnt by one by mistake.
There were no children in this town. So there was no laughter, no joy, and no naiveté. There were no elderly either. This meant that there was no reminiscing, no wisdom, and no experience.
Everyone arose early at the break of dawn and went to the same job that they’d had all their life.
The people of the town all wore the same ruby outfit. They all worked in the hellhole, long hours in the blazing heat. Every person had the same two breaks during the day where they ate aged apples and blood-infused meat for lunch and sour chili cherries in the other. Everybody looked the same. You could not distinguish males from females. Their bodies were identical, muscular lean figures, medium height, and pale, as if they had never seen the sun or felt her warmth on their skin. Their eyes were all blood-shot. They were all bald.
Murder was common because so much anger and resentment prevailed. There would be no punishment for these crimes. The town accepted this repercussion as collateral damage. The bodies would simply get collected by whoever was closest to the scene and dumped in any nearby flaming bin. The sexual encounters between the people of this town were ruthless, heartless, and never included any kissing. No children would ever come out of these encounters because all men had vasectomies and all women had hysterectomies.
New people never came to this town nor did anyone ever leave. No one seemed to age either. So time was irrelevant here, and no one had a notion of it. No one knew how they had arrived there and no one cared to know. Their anger and wrath is what thrusted them to continue their existence.

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