The “containment” had become nearly complete. Only pockets of revolutionaries and elites remained free to roam. Green energy proponents had gotten their way. Without reliable energy, people had become prisoners of the diabolically imposed reduction of human wealth and mobility. The Police State slipped in easily… virtually unresisted. Covid-19 had proven how easily fear could control the masses and fear was easily and ubiquitously propagated by every media platform through AI. Disarming the public had, as expected, sealed the deal. The gates were now locked, and the concentration of human foot traffic caused the environment within to turn muddy brown. Yet, Nature could not be intimidated nor propagandized. Although the trajectory of human prosperity had been interrupted, there were signs of life carrying on that offered hope to those plotting a restorative escape. Life, and human determination, always finds a way.
Our challenge is to write a story in only six minutes using the image below. Any and all resemblances to ‘real life’ in my tale, are not coincidental. 😉
“…And the Daddy SUV said, “Who has been eating up my fuel?! Then the Mommy SUV said, “Somebody’s been eating up MY fuel too!” Then the little SUV said, “Somebody’s been eating up my fuel and THERE they are!”
It was a large delegation of the proponents of the Green New Deal who had flown into town on private jets from their beachfront homes and were handing out flyers about the desperate crisis of “Climate Change”. By the time they left, all the people were alarmed and at each other’s throats about what to do about “the immanent end of the World”. As the delegation boarded their private jets to return to their comfortable lives a voice was overheard in the group saying, “Look at those despondent SUVs. Maybe we should tell them our intentions aren’t meant to harm them because those “poor bastards” can’t vote. Anyone for seafood? We’re flying in lobster today.”
Since so many other online writers have blogs dedicated to their writings, I’ve decided to jump onto the bandwagon. All posts published here will be either fiction or poetry, some new, and some previously published on various places on the Internet. Some of my works are conventional, and some are quirky. All fiction posted here, except for fan fiction, will include the letters "rose" somewhere, as a tribute to my Baba.