I saw you in the stars once

Novel - Archaic doorway to a dystopian universe by Naomi Anne Little


The snow fell, making it feel like Spring had not come, as it tumbled down into my face. I trudged along the sludgy roads to my job. The sun only creeping up to greet me briefly, before I entered the tunnels. Leading me deep underground. Cold air seemed to sneak in, uninvited up under my collar. Small melted snowflakes melted my hair to my face. A shiver caught through me. A momentary lapse in strength. Shaking it off, I thought to myself, I’ll warm up soon enough. When the hammer falls. The quiet echoed through the tunnels. The shift change silence, beckoning me forward.

Picking up a hammer, I nodded to the overseer who grunted in reply.

Snarling, he pointed towards the third tunnel and said, ‘forty-seven, twenty-two and three.’

Other workers started filing into their allocated tunnels. In the labyrinth of pillaged hard stone caves, all the precious stones and minerals were almost all gone. The past fifty years wreaking havoc with the non-renewable resources that were once plentiful. Unlike most mines, this one seemed to just keep going. Providing jobs and the precious minerals that fueled the economy and lined the pockets of the wealthy with gold.

One such mineral was Pryon. This was what I mined. I’d found a seam, deep in forty-seven, twenty-two and three, and had been mining it for the past year. It seemed I had a knack for finding it. Something in my blood, they’d said, when they found another seam. Pryon was worth more than the average mineral, although my wages never differed. They gave me special treatment and given water, because of my ability to find the sought after rock seams. A rare occurrence, deep underground.