Thank you to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers!
I hope to be a bit more on time in the future.
PHOTO PROMPT ©Jill Wisoff
The Ratio of Ignorance to Bliss
Laws were disregarded, others set in place. No one was paying attention. People were busy living their lives. Only later, too late to halt the tide of megalomaniac corruption, did they point fingers. The last wave came in the morning as fog besieged the city.
Pounding on a nearby door woke Lila. She looked out the peephole as soldiers dragged her neighbors away.
Soldiers herded people onto dozens of waiting buses. She reached for Sparky as knuckles rapped on her door.
“Leave the dog.”
“But—”
“Someone will see to him.”
“No—”
Consciousness returned in dim light in a cold cage.
end 5/15/2018
Sascha Darlington
Sinister and atmospheric
Thank you, Neil! My first ever voyage into dystopia.
Now that was chilling! And never mind her – I’m worried about Sparky.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
I don’t think things bode well for Sparky in this environment, but I couldn’t bring myself to be explicit because personally I hate those stories.
Thanks, Susan.
This was chilling and well written, Sascha.
Oh this is awful! Not the writing… the situation! The writing is very good!
The things you conjure when dog walking. Thanks, Dale!
Yikes! I think you’re watching too much news. 🙂
Ha. Just caught up with handmaid’s tale which seems oddly relevant.
I thought Handmaid’s Take while I was reading this.
Thanks. After watching an episode I was out walking the dog and thought how it could be possible in this society where so many people are just hoping things will blow over, while you have a small group who claims there will be revolution if the pres is impeached. Anything is possible you think sometimes.
Nicely depicted how it must be for those living under tyrants and in dictatorial states, well done
Very chilling and far too close to reality for comfort. And I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbours were more concerned about Sparky than Lila. Great writing.
Thank you. Yes. Somedays it feels like we’re venturing into Big Brother territory in real life.
I’m expecting the dog will save the dark day, Sascha, like Skippy the kangaroo. 🐶 Speaking of dark, I gave up hoping to be on time long ago. I now aim to meet obligations before the heat death of the universe.