With Conversations and Recovery finished, I turned my attention to the last piece of flash fiction for my patrons. While I’ve leaned into Political Satire’s in the real world, it’s so much easier to create a fun story when I blend it with another genre. Thankfully, I’ve created a few worlds that are perfect canvases for these projects. With the setting chosen, it took me a little while to connect all the connective tissue with the base infrastructure I had created.
So, grab a seat and your popcorn as you follow the aftermath of Samuel’s last search.
Fresh off their forced relocation, Harry receives a missive from the administrators that sends him into a depression…
Harry pulled the crumpled letter from a pocket as he leaned against the grimy wall. After scanning the initial paragraph, his back slid down the brick wall as his fingers trembled around the paper. When his thighs came parallel with the sidewalk, his legs collapsed, dropping him to the ground. The faint breeze whipped across his face, tugging at the document, but his vice like grasp kept it from flying down the street. As a heavy sigh rushed from his lips, his head fell, striking the dingy building.
After several minutes ticked away, a hand plucked the letter from Harry’s quivering fingers. “I know you told me you got bad news, but what’s in this thing that has you on your butt?”
“You wouldn’t understand,” Harry said, pulling the note out of his friend’s grasp. He crumpled the paper and shoved it into his jacket. “Matthew, why are you here?”
The man shook his head and sat down beside his friend. As the silence stretched out, Matthew sighed and prodded Harry’s stomach. “Why are you wondering the streets alone, instead of spending time with your family?”
Harry’s chest fell as he bounced his skull off the building. “Did Alicia send you to find me?”
“Did you honestly forget about our plans?”
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