Solar Lottery
“The constant din of voices mixed with the flash of bright clothing and the movements of bodies. The floor was littered with squashed cigarette butts and debris; the whole chamber had a disheveled cast, as if it were slowly settling on its side. His eyes hurt from the glare of the overhead lights that wavered and altered shape and value each moment. A man pushing by jabbed him hard in the ribs. Leaning against the wall, a cigarette dangling between her lips, a young woman was removing her sandals and gratefully rubbing her red-nailed toes.
“What do you want?” Eleanor asked him.
“I want to leave.”
Eleanor led him expertly through the drifting groups of people toward one of the exits. Sipping her drink as she walked she said, “All this may seem pointless, but actually it serves a function. Verrick is able to—”
Herb Moore blocked their way. His face was flushed dark and unhealthy red.
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