One of Mine: Sand and Asbestos

Sand and Asbestos

Coming in 2014

The motion of her retraction was barely noticeable due to the fatness of her body. Her hands were swollen, each knuckle of each finger immobilized by the thickness of their mass. Her fingers stuck together, practically, and became less like the digits of a glove, but more like a mitten. It was intentional, it was beauty, and it was the model of the aesthetic. Her massive palm moved over his shoulder, clearing the area of the shoulder blade first, and then rounding the top. Her sausage sized thumb, less and less opposable to the rest of her hand day by day, brushed across the rolls of his neck. The sensation did not go unnoticed. “Ulla,” he said. “I must,” he said. She looked up to him, she raised the lids of her small eyes which were dots in her otherwise rounded face. “I want to, you must know that.”

In a world where the mundane and the unintelligent are rewarded with jobs and fatness, the people are easily controlled. Laziness on the part of the world's residents have willingly reduced free speech to nothing, free will to abyss and a freely elected government to three panel members. The utopia is bliss, the dystopia is the utopia gone wrong. The mistopia results from not looking. Serialized in 2011 at Sophia Ballou.