The photo below is from the Google Photo Frame.
The year is now 2024.
Our bus moved along swiftly in spite of the noontime traffic.
There was silence, except for the occasional rattle of handcuffs, as our group shifted restlessly in our seats. Even the compressor attached to our metal masks was soundless as it pumped our exhaled breaths through multiple filters, as well as, stifling intermittent screams.
We were the first, as collecting the rebellious and non-compliant is easier in densely populated areas. We wouldn’t be the last.
It didn’t matter whether any of us had natural immunity or immunity gained from having survived the virus, we were Anti-Vaxxers and deemed a public health threat for asserting our individual right to personal autonomy in the face of a treatable, extremely survivable, NOW, almost extinct virus.
The government urgency was clear- to eliminate us before the population, at large, learned they too were already in invisible governmental handcuffs constructed entirely from exaggerated fear and indifference to far greater threats to their own health and happiness.
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #128 – This, That, and The Other (fivedotoh.com)