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« on: June 18, 2009, 09:57:54 PM »
Ah, MUCH better than your previous draft. Upon my first reading I thought the upper class to be in some sort of airship watching in the distance some machine moving around, its task long forgotten, unable to see the people beneath it whose lives were endangered in chaos. Now things are much more clear, including the title, referring to the layer of ash thrown into the air that separates the lives of the two completely different peoples. You may want to put quotes around the "faint web of orange-red streaks" to show it's what other people think of it rather than himself. When you said "It seems that I am not alone..." you briefly switched into the present tense whereas everything else was in the past. It's good that you changed a lot of this, although the end of part one where the two gentlemen end up talking about grotto fish needs to be changed too. It no longer fits the preceding story and is but a remnant of the previous work, awkward and outdated.
Also, if the people below cannot see the machine above because of the ash and the people above can't see the landscape or even the other shambler nearby, why can the people above see the lines of lava? Are they on the side of a volcano they're passing? Do they just glow so much they're visible anyway? You should probably mention near the beginning as he's describing the place around him that you cannot see past a certain distance (or is it just below them?) due to the omnipresent ash. You briefly bring up that the other shambler walks out of the impenetrable wall of ash, but that's the first mention of it.
Aside from all this though, it's a really neat work. I've seen stories written from the sides of two completely different people before, but never one where the two different people have no concept of the others existence whatsoever. This is really quite a good short story. ^.^