He carefully placed his soapbox in the very center of the park where families and friends had gathered to enjoy the glory of Spring.
“You are all blind,” he shouted. “You are being mislead, slaves to the corporate demagoguery. Repent!”
Those nearest paused with eyebrows raised, then shrugged. On such a nice day, better to throw the Frisbee than worry.
The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
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