I was born in a city of high walls, with towering gates that never opened, barred with heavy chains that were bigger than a man.
"You are safe," the Oligarchs said. "Our walls protect you. Beyond them lies violence, madness, disease, and danger. Stay in your little house. Farm your little plot, and be happy in your security. Beyond the gates is a wasteland filled with threats. Stay in your bed, and sleep soundly, knowing that we are here to protect you.
I watched the lords of my city fly overhead in their airships, and knew it for a lie.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.