“Scrambled” was written for Friday Fictoneers.
Scrambled
Each morning over toast, coffee, and eggs, I read Style Daily beneath Old Glory.
Then the tanks come, and Old Glory becomes the Axis Tri-Flag, a union of US, Russian, and North Korean designs.
Two months later, following the assassination of the President and the devastating North Korean inferno, the Russian flag replaces the Axis-Tri.
I arrive at the café. It’s empty, much like the streets.
I don’t care that the servers fled north.
I don’t care people are frightened.
I don’t care.
I just want my eggs lightly scrambled with toast, and coffee. Is that too much to ask?
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Sascha Darlington
I love the pragmatic indifference to the march of history here
A good story well written, Sascha. I would have fled north long before that. The narrator must be too tired or sick to care. —- Suzanne
Dear Sascha,
Breakfast with a side of eerie. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
The future world order? Scary stuff.
Thanks for reading, Iain! 🙂
i guess it’s the new world order. if you don’t like it, change your liking and enjoy a nice breakfast. 🙂
I think this guess doesn’t mind what happens as long as it doesn’t interfere with his breakfast. 🙂
Thanks so much for reading and commenting! 🙂
Thanks for reading, Plaridel! 🙂
That seems far too plausible.
hmmmm … 😀
Well, exactly. We mustn’t allow a global meltdown to spoil our breakfast 🙂
Yes! 😀