Within a wall, is a maze of walls that mirrors other walls that collapse together into picture perfect houses. The swarm descends, blazing lights and honking, parking their little toy cars in the driveway. Facing their colossal television screens, tuned to the NEWS, they sit down to dinner at the dining table, a perfect walnut veneer, and shovel down forkful after forkful of salad, meat and potatoes and chew and chew till they can chew no more. They stare and stare till they can look no more; shuffle upstairs, toss and turn, till dreams overcome them in the yawning darkness.
Written for Friday Fictioneers prompt hosted by Rochelle. Thank you!
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson