#71 Happy Birthday

“Don’t struggle. It’ll be worse if you do.”

“What can be worse than this? My life is worth nothing.”

“Is your wife’s?”

Vishal fell silent, his head dropped and his shoulders became rounded. Three words had aged him by decades.

“This way.”

The guard snapped shackles around Vishal’s ankles and they shuffled towards a military vehicle.

“Get in.”

“I can’t.” He nodded towards the restraints on his ankles. The guard laughed.

“You think this is hard scum? You wait for the labour camp. You understand why you’re here yes?”

Vishal didn’t but he nodded anyway.

“You wrote a note. You wrote a note to your wife.”

“Two words!”

More laughter.

“No excuse. You know the law. No writing. No reading.”

He pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket, spat on it, and threw it to the floor. Two words were visible, ‘Happy Birthday’.


One thought on “#71 Happy Birthday

  1. Dad June 25, 2017 / 6:26 pm

    Fabulous. My favourite of your Orwellian depiction of the future.


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