When they said she was stubborn they had no idea how true that would be. Once Mary got an idea in her head she would not let go, like a sloth hanging from a branch she would not budge.
It had got her into trouble plenty of times, the time she learnt about boxing and promptly punched a classmate in the face maybe hadn’t been her best use of her tenacious application of knowledge but it certainly stopped him from looking down her top so she wasn’t too bothered.
The first snow of the season came earlier and earlier each year until summer seemed only a few weeks long. Every year was like a shortened version of the last until it was inevitable that the snow season would never end.
After an unexpected break (not sure what happened there, the week entirely passed me by), we're back for a Sunday evening dystopian tale.
She had only £10 left. £10 of real money before she had to apply for government provided Tokens. She didn’t quite know what to do with it.
When the mint had stopped printing and the Tokens were announced she had stared at her meagre bank account and worried how long she could live before every penny she spent would be monitored.
Oh I do love a weird future situation.
Granny1346 was released from the confines of its charging bay. At the click of disconnection it immediately wheeled out through the doors and down the ramp to the nursery. Granny1346 was one of the ones more suited to dealing with upset and crying children. A Comfort Granny.
The crying was coming from one of the children in the corner. He was weeping onto a pile of building blocks, face red and puffy.
He really should be wearing a tinfoil hat, that was how it felt. Those eyes boring into him, the look of absolute disbelief. He knew what he had seen but the looks he was receiving made him want to second-guess his own senses.
He saw what he saw, he knew it. He had heard what they had said and now he was doing the right thing and telling the authorities. Only the authorities were struggling to hold back laughter as he finally broke eye contact and looked at his knees.
“Now, son. Do you think maybe you want to rethink that statement?”
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