Pointless Town (Description 2)
The sun rose accusingly over the tall grass, piercing through thin curtains and casting deep shadows to distort the building faces. Buildings on the edge of town were less frightening, but the farther you went into town, the more pronounced the building faces were. Faces colored dark, hiding away from the sun’s light in the corners, pulling away from the town’s center. There was silence, save for creeping sounds of small animals wandering around. There were several places behind buildings in which someone or something could hide. In the middle of the town was a looming rectangular building with a steeple-like projection cutting into the gray sky. In the middle of this out of place jut was a large glaring clock with irrelevant roman numerals on the four cardinal points of the face. There were no other numbers in which to add to the frightening fixed face, which was a bloody red from the sun.
Behind the humongous building, the world was in complete disarray. Garbage skittered back and forth with the wind and collected menacingly in narrow passages between the buildings. The smells were distracting: an odor of waste was stifling and was almost covered up by perfume flowing from broken glass bottles. Rivers of liquid waste flowed quietly through small ridges in cracks on the ground. Run down houses were almost shoulder-to-shoulder and held darker shadows than the ones on their surface. Beyond this disaster lay fields of green with large bald spots of erratic soil. The grass was wet and short because of the animals being led day by day to eat until they got fat and strong enough to crush. Under the smell of fresh grass was the unmistakable smell of dung. The fields seemed to go on infinitely and they were covered in droppings from animals that were forgotten. The sun slowly rose threateningly in the sky and a slight noise of people waking came clambering from the village. The buildings were now their original sienna. People shuffled about quickly, decisively, and hastily as they went through their day.
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