The Fence
‘Kid, don’t go near the fence; it’s electrified.’
‘But why this fence? And why electrified?’
‘It’s for our safety.’
‘Our safety?
‘Yes, they are protecting us. And they mean to do a pretty job.’
‘Protecting us? Why? From whom?’
‘Well, I too have often wondered. But I never found out.’
‘They are fooling us.’
‘I guess you are right.’
Three men appeared. They looked like clones.
‘The robots are here, grandpa.’
‘You have again not paid your taxes.’
‘I need a little time,’ said the old man.
‘Your time is up.’
They lifted the old man and pushed him towards the fence.
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A post for Friday Fictioneers.
Word count 102
A modern fairy tale. Lovely
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DeleteThe robots are running a racket now, soon they'll take over altogether.
ReplyDeleteThat was rather harsh, but then robots have no feelings.
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DeleteFence is not for protecting but for killing tax evaders.
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DeleteThings are not always as they seem
ReplyDeleteI think the wall might be working in both directions.
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DeleteAha now we all know....
ReplyDeleteOuch, that fence is a prison fence. Very harsh, but good story.
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