Monday, January 28, 2008

100 Word Stories: Where's the redhead?

Did she wear the hat? I warned her. I’m dark haired myself, I fit in. They don’t notice you, the street cops, the block wardens, the bluesuited watchers with their commsticks and lasers. Uniformity is safety. Don’t be noticed as a stranger.

Ah, she said, it’ll be fine. I’ll be OK. She took a last swig of kavafi (how did it not burn her throat? It’s firewater) and headed down the stairs.

Two hours. I wait for my commstick to bleep. Nothing.

Six hours. I check the news on my commstick. S**t.

Oh gods, I wish she’d worn the hat.

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