This is an early post-apocalyptic, dystopic story--written in 1967.
In a re-built society of the future, people are only allowed to live until they turn 21 years old. At that time--Lastday--an implant in the palm--a plam flower--flashes red; and the 21-year-old must report to a Sleepshop to be "recycled" (killed). If one flees, a Sandman will track down that fugitive and kill him.
What happens when a Sandman decides to run?
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