A couple of recent attempts at Flash Fiction.
Denial
'Attached entity? What a load of rubbish. You need help!' exclaimed the young man to the medium, after she stopped him in the supermarket.
The oleaginous winged creature clinging to his back shook with grotesque laughter, before urging him past the food to the booze aisle to fill his trolley.
Day Off
The microchip in his arm pulsed and a voice in his head announced. 'You're not needed at work today Trevor. Have the day off and report for extermination at 6.30pm at Endings walk-in centre. We've uploaded a credit for the last meal of your choice.'
'Ah well, you can't argue with progress...' reasoned Trevor.
©LS King 2019
5 comments:
Like them - particularly Day Off... though I'm scared that could come true for us all one day very soon.
Thanks Rol! I fear that in real life, the chip will simply stop our hearts when we are no longer useful to society - they probably won't even bother with the civility of a last meal of our choice!
By the way Rol, did you realise your website appears to have been hijacked by a training shoe company?
Yes. I didn't pay the renewal fee and that was the consequence.
Oh dear.
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