Ten Times Around
Dystopian Short Story
Government and Corporation are our parents, and the rest of us are children. Well, except the ten percent now that were thrown out into the cold.
Harley sat back in his chair with the gray pen dangling between his fingers. The desk light dimmed, and he stared down at his journal. What was the point? No one was going to read his words but him, and he threw his pen onto the…