The System

The System It was a strange little town every house were five storey tall and had the same colour, ochre. The houses were built close together, giving narrow, dark streets and no room for parks or green spots. The well to do naturally lived on the top floor and got some light, but it got darker further down and on the first floor and basement days were forever evening. The few shops sold plastic flowers, cheese, red wine, macaroni and a dark sort of bread that tasted of coal dust. Once this small town had been happy place, with tiny houses and kitchen gardens, but a new leader thought it too chaotic, it also disturbed him that there were so many dogs barking that he had them and cat eradicated. This was a sad town and its citizen had lost the ability to smile, but this ended when a horse belonging to gypsy trotted through the town and for the first time the people saw beauty and laughed, they laughed so much suddenly feeling free, that when their leader spoke they laughed at him too and later shot him very dead with 120 bullets. The town is empty save for some eccentric people on the top floors who hankered for the old system. People have built tiny homes just outside the town; they keep dogs, cats and horses.