“Before the light is up they rise to stretch and shower and mumble about the sharehouse in a state of bleary semi-wake. Lives lived by a different clock; a foreign clock that some still set their watches by. Wash quietly, brush teeth quietly, dress in such silence that the clink of a belt buckle is painfully loud. They hold whispered, tame conversations in their native tongue.”
A short story about a group of people far from home who work in a factory. Published in Forge. Read online here.