Downhill From Here

FFfAW week photo prompt (c) Joy Pixley
FFfAW week 83 photo prompt (c) Joy Pixley 

Are we there yet?

Shush. We’re not even close.

No idea how long I’ve been going, it seems like forever already. And there’s no end in sight. All I can see looking down is darkness. I don’t want to turn around, I bet all I’ll see in that direction is darkness, too. Endless black, matching my mood.

Why am I here again?

Getting paid. I suppose we like money.

Oh yes, I like money. Keep thinking of payday. Keep going.

Do we like money that much, though?

Shush.

I wonder if I’ll ever reach the bright future they promised me.

Freedom’s Just a State of Mind

100 words about two powerful men congratulating themselves on how they screwed the UK
I’m a bit late for this week’s Moral Mondays, but I think I scraped in just in time

‘Idiots.’

‘Told ya.’

They high-five, chuckling.

‘I’ll admit to not believing they would fall for it.’

‘You sold it, mate. You did well.’

‘Aw, thanks, man. But this is down to you as well. More so, even. You make the news, you form the nation’s opinion.’

‘Don’t play modest. You started it.’

’Suppose I did.’

More chuckles.

‘The immediate future ain’t gonna look rosy.’

‘Pretty bleak, in fact, I’d imagine.’

‘Your next move?’

‘Lie low for a bit, swoop in like a superhero to save the day as and when.’

‘Good plan.’

‘Bless ‘em. They think they’re free now. Idiots.’

How to Create the Outcome You Desire

100 words about scare tactic politics
FFfAW photo prompt week 71 (c) Louise

A step-by-step guide:

Define your outcome.

Identify a suitable target.

Highlight areas which lend themselves to maligning.

Do field research: Encourage people to speak their mind, buy them a drink if necessary.

Identify overlap between areas you highlighted and your field research. This is Your Message.

Hone Your Message (tip: if writing copy isn’t your strength, hire a professional – you must get it spot on).

Release Your Message into the world and watch the sheep flock to your side.

Small print: Be advised the Scarecrow Method has side effects, some of which cannot be easily reversed upon reaching your outcome.

Say No, Maybe

100 words about a Brave New World
photo by Scott Dougall 

Nobody goes near her. She’s a desert island in a sea of commuters.

I admire her bravery. Standing in Government Square wearing that sign – if she’s not brave, she’s mad.

So it’s not I’m not sympathetic to her cause. I wouldn’t risk watching her otherwise. But while I admire her principles, the ways she behaves scares me. She follows her own mind rather than chemically induced, government-prescribed sedation. Why does she seem so unhappy and so angry?

I inspect the pill I didn’t swallow at breakfast and sigh. I hope for greater resolve at lunchtime. Or tomorrow. Or next week.

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My contribution to Nortina’s Moral Mondays. I’ve been catching up with the latest series of the Beeb’s Dangerous Visions and I suppose Brave New World was on my mind.

Sorry Sorry

The queue moves slower than a snail. The youngster in front of me fidgets and jumps from one foot to the other and I’d like to tell him something about respecting my personal space but one doesn’t make a fuss at the post office.

The queue shuffles forward. The youngster takes a half-step back and steps on my foot. ‘Sorry,’ I mumble. He doesn’t even turn around to apologise. It’s disgraceful. When the queue moves again, I wait, painfully aware of the glaring that goes on behind my back.

I turn and mumble sorry. There are understanding nods. The relief.

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Story 18 of 31 for Story A Day May.

What Goes Around

100 words about an investment banker who lost his money
photo by PublicDomainPictures

Who do you think you are?

He doesn’t know who he is anymore. He used to be somebody – does that makes him a nobody now?

What gives you the right to behave like this?

Easy: money. Having it is all that matters; money means carte blanche.

Shouldn’t you treat others the way you’d want to be treated?

Everyone used to treat him like royalty; he rewarded it, yet none of his crowd stuck around after he’d lost everything. They follow the money; they ignore him if he’s lucky, call him names if he isn’t.

Who do they think they are?

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The lovely Nortina has just started Moral Mondays, a new weekly flash-fiction challenge. Yay, more writing prompts! Click on the picture on the left to find this week’s prompt and join in.

My story this week is more wishful thinking than fable. A girl can dream, right?

Politely Defiant

‘Good morning, Mrs Chamber.’

She ignores me. Always has. At first, I put it down to my unfamiliar face. After six months of meeting most mornings when I leave for work and she walks her obese Yorkie, I’m not an unfamiliar face.

She talks to other neighbours. I’ve heard her greet the bloke from upstairs – the one with the wife who left him after he’d beaten her one time too many.

No, it wasn’t that my face was unfamiliar. It’s that my face is brown. Bigoted old biddy.

Wishing my next-door neighbour a good morning, it’s an act of defiance.