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Recall
I’m nervous. It’s bringing on my twitch. Tim sits, flanked by women with clipboards. He smiles at me.
“Hello Sarah, how are you?”
“Fine.”
The women note this down.
“We’ve asked you here today because of an administrative error. It seems – no one’s fault, you understand – that you were released too early.”
My buttocks and my lungs tighten. I imagine my face on posters at bus stops:
ATTENTION – THIS FAULTY HUMAN BEING HAS BEEN RECALLED.
“But I’ve made progress... taken my meds...”
“Yes,” Tim’s face contorts in mock sympathy. “It’s such a shame...”
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Comment by: Gerard - 2008-06-11 14:01
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Dunno if this works. I'm fairly new to reading flash fiction though, so hmm. the osrt I like best are the ones that really feed into an untold story and give you enoug information to be able to construct it on your own. Could do with a few more well placed clues.
good all the same. |
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| Open ending. Nice and smooth. Makes me think of cloning--a scary prospect. I like the image of the women--cool as cucumbers, indifferent, unfeeling, inhumaine. (My spelling is terrible). THanks for sharing. Janet |
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| Nice glimpse into this little world. Would love to read more about it. |
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| Hmm, this is disturbingly realistic. I love the sign. That is a great idea. Well written, well done |
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| I very much liked the sign. Strong image. |
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