Commuters trickled slowly into the subway station across the street, the detritus of industry’s great machine as it patiently wore away life to leave behind the smooth outline of success. Dust motes were vacuumed away to suburbia, to be recycled overnight into grit for the commercial polisher. Mixed metaphors, she thought. Dust is too soft to use as grit. Some of the bits got stuck in the cracks to gum up the machinery. Gum made of dust and grit. Tasty! She took another bite of her sandwich. Spinach and tempeh.
“The Coping Saw”
About the story: Sometimes you know the tool, and just have to find a use for it.