Title - Recycling
Genre - SF
Short story (that I will never write - too much work for a country boy)
Character(s) - Joe, his wife (in civilization), his wife/woman (in the barbaric land)
First Paragraph - "He was bored. 9 - 5 every day. Air conditioned house to air conditioned car to air conditioned office. Shuffle papers and back again. No change, no action, adventure unless you count Betty's nagging every nigh. Why can't something exciting happen. Then one night 'The dream' happened. He was in an arena, fighting for his life."
Plot - Joe's bored with his mundane office job. ... He dreams (as in night time dreams) of being a gladiator. Each night the dream becomes more and more detailed and his days begin to fade until the arena is his life and he forgets the office job. He meets Bet-a-yeh, a beautiful and exciting slave woman. They become lovers. ... His fighting skills continue to improve until no one can give him any competition. Bet-a-yeh begins to get on his nerves and constantly nags. Every day is the same - go to the arena, chop up some opponents & return to Bet-a-yeh's nagging - so boring until one day he dreams of a great city. Everyone there is civilized, no blood & guts. He wishes that was his life. Every night the dreams become more and more real and the area fades to nothing. ...
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