Daily story, June 14, 2025

In the east, another sun was rising before the last one had set. It slowed as it drifted across the sky, like a dead car rolling to a stop. As the week passed, another rose, and another; they accumulated in the sky, jostling for space, bright coins in a celestial penny-pusher. The world grew bright and hot, and a single shining moon looked down on us with pity.