The Little Triangular Pieces of Plastic by Michael Conley

Eventually they began to overwhelm us. Granted, it was never a dull moment with them around: they were often colourful and shiny, and would reflect sunlight in pleasing, shimmering ways. But they were so floaty and easily disturbed that they’d get everywhere as soon as you walked anywhere near them. Continue reading The Little Triangular Pieces of Plastic by Michael Conley