Born on a Monday

[Harlan Higgs]

After a few hours, Grundy had succeeded in constructing a sort of long, low wall made entirely out of white dirt. It wasn't any more than a few inches high in most places, but he sat inside the "perimeter" just the same. There were several mounds of dirt stationed along the edges that looked melted and more humanoid, their edges blurred where he had used water from the fountain to make them stick together. Eventually, he had grown tired of building things with dirt and just watched the horizon, staring at the far off gates and the endless white sky.

"SOLOMON GRUNDY.....BORN ON A MONDAY...." He said to himself, a crooked smile on his face as he waited patiently, no costumed heroes appearing to beat him up, no fat little men trying to entice him into working for them. Just Solomon Grundy and the endless whiteness, waiting.