By D. Avery
There were entertainments, of course, at the arenas. Relentlessly the Trump Youth rooted out books and paintings that still polluted many of the buildings. These fueled their great bonfires after the Feedings. Artists were kept on hand in miserable cells until a show at the arena where the large animals from the forsaken zoos would finally get to satisfy their hunger. The writers were the first to go. Not just the journalists, but all writers, even poets and songwriters.
All eyes were on the pouncing tiger. Only the poet saw the single ashy page fluttering aloft on the wind.
I wish I could say, “Haha, cute story!” but sadly, I would not be one bit surprised if this appeared in tomorrow’s news. REAL news, that is, not “alternative news.”
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This was a flash fiction response to a prompt that was prompted by real news about suggested budget cuts to the arts; NPR, National Endowment for Humanities etc.
Fortunately it is not newsworthy; it’s just art.
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Reblogged this on ShiftnShake.
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This gave me chills…
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Thank you for your comment. It’s a chilling time. I am continuing this in ten more 99 word installments (so far) at shiftnshake.wordpress
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XTC–Books Are Burning
when they burn books/people are next
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Wow! Thanks for the music link. Perfect
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