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Liar
“Sam, what's written at the back of this photograph?" asked Regan. Sam came hesitantly. He took the photograph from Regan's hand and ogled at it. It was a picture of him hugging a bar girl tightly. He looked at the back of it and turned pale. "How about we have dinner and continue cleaning up?" he suggested, smiling nervously. She brought the food from the kitchen and they ate it together. She saw Sam was very pale and he was in great fear. "Sam, what's wrong?" she asked. "Oh, nothing. Continue eating," he smiled faintly. She finished eating and washed the dishes. She continued cleaning. Sh...
On The Future Feed
A head-on collision right here in the Colony.Eric could tell by her cracked mask that the woman in the Bentley was a Performer. He couldn’t see the driver of the pick-up truck, probably a rube. No one seemed to be seriously hurt but as a Performer and a witness he knew he would be interviewed for the Feed. First he had to get home as quickly as possible. He began to run but not too fast. It would not do to run full speed and get sweaty and out of breath.He had been at a mock-up of family/sports restaurant chain advertising on the Feed. It was a mock-up because Performers in the Col...
Lamenting an Onstage Jesus
“Poor Jesus,” my friend Sean said quietly under his breath. That was when the giggles started. Normally, I did not succumb to laughter during a theatrical performance unless it was warranted. However, Sean’s comment was totally lacking context, except that we were watching a Jesus onstage. The excerpt from Jesus Christ Superstar was nearing its climax and while the performers on the makeshift stage were doing a superior job with the choreography and the character representations, Jesus was struggling. His voice betrayed his confident stature. There was something scratchy and all...
FASCISTS
Word count: 1000 wordsFASCISTSWhile watching a program celebrating JFK’s life, Gerald and Lottie, in thwww.onedoor.cceir 70s, were at loggerheads. Their daughter Denise was watching TV with both of them. The program was nostalgic and sentimental. It was November, the anniversary of the assassination.“Lottie, what’s for dinner?” Gerald was feeling grumpy. He hadn’t eaten since lunchtime and was used to having dinner prepared by now. It was already six o’clock.“Hold on – this is about liberty and justice for all,” said Lottie, watching the television. She’d always been fascinated by this ‘royal family’ of Ame...