This was part of an anthology, again read decades ago, but its bizarreness has stuck with me.
The story is told from the point of view of a civilisation/city. Slowly over decades or even thousands of years an object is gradually approaching their universe. They have no means of stopping it and cannot determine what it is.
I only remember the end, where it turns out the object was someone's finger and they were simply scratching between their finger and thumb, which is where the entire city/civilisation resided.
The story is told from the point of view of a civilisation/city. Slowly over decades or even thousands of years an object is gradually approaching their universe. They have no means of stopping it and cannot determine what it is.
I only remember the end, where it turns out the object was someone's finger and they were simply scratching between their finger and thumb, which is where the entire city/civilisation resided.
Thanks