The city’s traffic lights started blinking in Morse code, spelling out a warning almost no one could understand.
All those who could were in gaol, because their forecasts did not match the rosy picture painted by those in power.
The masses were swaying to the tune of the Pied Piper, oblivious to the fact that the pies were laced with slow poison – a poison that did not kill, but stunted the growth of cells that could judge or act independently.
It was a crime to deviate from the charted course, and the traffic lights refused to guide.
There was an unseen, imperceptible but infallible coup, and its impact would be known only when the senses were dead.
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One more realistic, relevant, and intriguing take, Reena.
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Thanks again, Indira!
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A great…and scary…take on the prompt. Thanks for participating, Reena.
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Thank you so much, Fandango!
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This is so good Reena. Sounds like our story.
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😂😂
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great story Reena! 😀
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Thank you, Carol!
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