The bosses thought the staff was looking rather pale. It was summer for heaven's sake, and still they had to watch sallow faces of paste trudge into the building each morning. So they erected giant solar panels alongside the ceiling lights that would refract the sun rays coming through the windows down into the cavernous cubes where the employees shuffled around and worked. "We are bringing the sun to you!" it was announced with joy. Each day, workers were allowed a brief space of time where they could pause and reflect on the rosy package of sun nestled softly in their hands, tilt their faces graciously up.
About the author:
James Grinwis lives in Amherst, MA. Little Sculpture with Teeth, his manuscript of short prose, has outgrown his desk and is searching for better opportunities.