(Author’s note: I am working to get back to weekly writing. Work just sucks the energy out of you. So take this, and enjoy!)
This Used To Be My Playground
by Miles H. Rost
“I remember making Gurgles the Clown throw up outside of “The High Roller”!” “He threw up on that karen, didn’t he?” “Ha! Now I remember! She was really riding us all day.” “Can’t believe it’s gone now.” “Yeah, Once the virus hit, everything fun went away. Can’t go anywhere people might congregate” “I guess the karens got back at us, after all.” “Yep. They want us all to be miserable.” “Did you hear what they will build on the site?” “Probably another big box store.” “That’s usually their go-to, isn’t it?”
“Miserable and compliant. That’s all they want us. Period.”
(Author’s note: I have to apologize to all my readers and others who I should be reading. The last couple weeks dealing with the run-up to winter camp left me with little energy to respond, and that’s all on me. I will be doing better, now that camp has started and I have an idea of what’s going on, to actually visit and remark on other people’s stories.
In the meantime, here’s my fictioneers story, and it’s a bit of a historical thing…)