My Picture has inspired me to write a short story.
It’s about the current world situation.
Ireland is being eaten by a massive monster. The English are trying to feed the Principality of Wales to it to try fend it off.
It’s being quite successful, for now. Meanwhile there’s a spaceship crashing into a tree. It seems their guidance systems have gone adrift & it morphs into a duck. But it hasn’t. It has been sent by the overlords to make frames for new houses that the general public can’t afford to buy. So instead they are sold, in bulk, cheaply, to rich people. They then charge rentals so high it stops normal people from saving up, to put a deposit down for a mortgage.
