FLATLAND FICTION

FICTION WITHOUT FORMULA
POLISH, DUST AND SPARKLE

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SUMMARY

Doug Stewart counts himself among the men who sit atop the city’s sparkling towers of glass. Doug is troubled while his colleagues, dressed in their tight suits and narrow ties, enjoy the wealth delivered by their skyline’s glimmer and sparkle, for Doug counts the terrifying number of polishers who are leaping from their scaffolds rather than face another day with the mop and the broom. Doug also sees the signs of a mighty dust storm brewing above the wild lands to the east, and he fears that the wind prepares to carry a force into his world capable of suffocating the faith civilization places in those fragile towers built of glass.