Genres: Science Fiction
by Tina Connolly
Sharp metal nicked Penny’s shoulder and she stumbled, hand clasping her baby brother’s leg. Home giggled as her knees hit the asphalt. Penny felt for the bit of metal scrap as the cars inched past, above, below, up and down all the decks of the Bridge.
“Mo, mo,” demanded Home, and she absently tickled his foot as she stood. It was a rusting bit of hubcap, sharp and warm. The day was dusk now, the sun vanishing in smog, but she didn’t need to see perfectly to gauge its value.
“That’s a bottle’s worth for you,” she said to the baby as she tucked the metal in her scrap bag.