I'm not convinced.When they moved us into the barracks, they told us that the new homes for workers would be ready in two months. It quickly turned to three, then seven. They don't give us a time frame anymore but instead promise it will be soon.In the meantime, we pull the uranium from the distant hills like they tell us. I heard a rumor that if we bring in the most by quota, we'll get a floor to ourselves. Only the leaders have a whole house to themselves and are permitted to marry and breed. We are expendable, sterile, and look toward the day when we will get what's been promised for all these years.It's either that, or death.
Imagine hundreds of people, piled into a barracks building. They look out at partially constructed homes each day and are promised some semblance of a normal life that never comes. Their only release is hope or death from work. Yep, that cheery scenario inspired these 122 words for this week's SCPP. Click the photo to visit and add your own.