03 August 2014
Not On Paper
I look through the cupboards for something to serve the group but there’s little to choose from; our population must be growing. A few years back, there was a large defection to the Literary Neighborhood. It paid off, too; trains were pulling in and out of their station a few times a day. Only a few of us remained here, our reasons varied. Some of us worried we would be marginalized over there; others had simply invested too much to give up. A few of the Tropes bounced back and forth between colonies – they have that luxury. But the old guard still frowns on that type of behavior; it was our version of bourgeois. We had already survived the dark days of The Return; days we’d hoped not to see again, but now, with nothing rolling on the tracks, some of us might just enjoy the chance to go out for a bit.