August 26th, 2046, 7:13 AM Zeke opened the glass door of the hutch his great-grandfather built and listened to the all-to-familiar squeak of the hinge. He fingered the intricate carvings at the top and wiped the old dust that clung to his hand off on his pants. "Goodbye," he muttered. The kitchen floor creaked as… Continue reading Thrive Stories: Where Moth and Rust Destroy
