Daily story, October 22, 2024

After forty years of repression, Simon hacked and sputtered and coughed up a little pellet of pure anger. It was dark grey and oily, with veins of red and purple, and even a little gold, here and there. The government took possession of the pellet without remunerating him: it was felt that to offer compensation would hamper future research. Simon did not complain. When compressed further, the pellet produces a quite astonishing amount of heat. It powers a small region of the East Midlands to this day.