#WritingCommunity#shortstory#RemembranceDay2019
The man shook his tin at me and said "Care to buy a poppy?"
I went in my pockets and said "Sorry, I've nothing to give."
He frowned at me and said "They died for your freedom, you know."
"What freedom is that?" I ask.
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"Is it the freedom to choose what cheap, unhealthy food I shorten my lifespan with? Maybe the freedom to decide which companies I allow to bully me into debt and poverty?"
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Jul 21, 2019 • 15 tweets • 3 min read
Trying something different; a story in a thread. #shortstory
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I heard them bring her in, a cell down the corridor from mine.
Sarted the same way, noise of carriage wheels on cobbles, clanging of locks, creaking of doors chains dragging on stone, protests of the accused.
This time, raised voices drifted down the corridor. The watch commander's deep, booming tones drowned out the voices of the woman's captors.
"...the hell am I supposed to put her? She needs an apothecary, not a prison!"
