Oil and Bubble of the Moon

We had a floor that was dirt but a gilded ceiling repousseed with seraphim. Food was scarce and I had nineteen siblings; sometimes Mother would rectify the imbalance by feeding us to the food. Doors were expensive so we made do with a doorway; likewise bathtubs were also expensive so we did without one, stacking the water ever so carefully at bathtime. Come sable midnights, we sharpened our eyes by viewing one star at a time.

Author: mattamati

Nothing remarkable to report. Born in suburbs. Diffidently educated. Used to do other jobs, now he does this one. Fancies self a writer.

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