The bars appeared overnight. We didn’t notice until Bill left the house for work and walked smack into them outside the front door.
The Presidential decree came soon after. Lockdown again, only this one enforced by steel cages. A strong rebuke: until we could all learn to behave for the greater good, we’ll remain behind bars.
‘They can’t do this!’ screamed social media in post after post. But they could and they did. I can’t say I disagree: we’re useless when left to personal responsibility.
Drones dropped food parcels and medicine instead of bombs, so that made a nice change.
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).