Hugo Fernandez, sweat dripping from his brow, looked at the two suns in the sky. One was about to set. It was time for the day’s main break. He dropped his shovel and made his way back to the settlement.
It took a few minutes to come into view from one of the many surrounding hills. The wooden community hall stood majestically at its center, with numerous dwellings in a circle around it. Numerous children were visible as small dots running this way and that, as the adults congregated at the hall entrance,
Hugo’s pace quickened in anticipation of food as he walked through the fields of wheat and other crops. As usual, his friend Nick was there waiting for him away on the outskirts of the settlement. Although there were thirty years between them, they were the best of friends. “How was your day so far, Hugo?”
“Oh, about as good as yesterday; nothing ever really changes,” he replied with a smile.
“Good, and you should be thankful.” Nick laughed and shook his head. “Well, my day was very interesting. Thanks for asking. This new fruit we received to plant is growing well.”
Hugo smiled. “I hope it tastes nice; that’s the main thing!”
With that, the large hall doors drew open.
