The Adventures of Little Actress

by Esther Krivda

Up river from a city that was packed like sardines with people and skyscrapers (where the aforementioned could be fifty times the size of roaring dinosaurs that jawed the sky - and I'm not just talking about the buildings) lay a village that never grew tall at all. Not only didn't it have tall buildings, but it also didn't have very much else of what was modern either. Oh, it had electricity and cars and radios and such things as that, but it didn't have the fancy stuff that made that gigantic city such a whoosh of a place - like razor-skooters and building skins made not of brick but of jungle colored neon that rippled, pulsated, shrieked and throbbed endlessly day and night.

Writer's excerpt courtesy NYWIFT (NYWIFT.ORG)