Microfiction: Communalcore

The sun is getting high and hot but you are done with your jobs for the day. the rest of the day is yours.

The satisfying patter of the automated sprinklers in the greenhouses hum behind you. You have spent the morning setting up the new watering system. If it works out well, you can extend it to all the crop beds.

A gentle, cooling breeze spins the turbines along the roofs of houses that ring the vegetable beds in a horseshoe

Your friend brings a jug of freshly made lemonade from the communal kitchen. You will sit around the firepit later as the sun sets with your chosen family on the communal stead you have all made your home.

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