Content by Anne Boyd
There is a tiny town called Incydau where the inhabitants don’t die. Nobody knows why or when it started or if it will ever end. Each new generation moved in with the one before it.
When the dwellings got to be too crowded, they built new dwellings around them. When they ran out of space to build, they added floors to the existing structures so more Incydians could live upstairs. The cycle repeated itself, over and over again. Food ran short, disease ran rampant and foundations wasted away. Still, no inhabitants died.