The chair in the cure room unsettled me more than the disappearing train. “You don’t sit in it. I don’t know who it’s for. It isn’t for us.” That one instruction makes the whole system feel ancient, obedient, and quietly corrupt. The final detail that everyone keeps using the soap is perfect.
I don't know exactly why, but I really enjoyed reading this story. :)
The chair in the cure room unsettled me more than the disappearing train. “You don’t sit in it. I don’t know who it’s for. It isn’t for us.” That one instruction makes the whole system feel ancient, obedient, and quietly corrupt. The final detail that everyone keeps using the soap is perfect.