Flash Fiction Friday: Ten Minutes of Hope
Alayna stepped back to admire her work.
It had taken hours to create but with the help of her mother and little brother, it was time for the big moment. Or, rather, the ten big moments. That’s all they were allowed anymore now that the government had cut the number of minutes of electricity use to just ten minutes per month.
The Revolution had begun just as any other from history. But this one quickly pulled another country into its fray, then another. What started small had turned into a world-wide threat. Her mother remembered days of heated houses, cars that ran, ample food to fill bellies and a thing called freedom.
A sigh spilled from Alayna as she imagined such a world. She couldn’t complain, though. They were one of the few families that had secured the government issued three-hundred square-foot storage units, unlike the seventy-five percent of the population forced to live on the streets.
“Ready to turn on the lights?” Alayna’s little brother asked.
She nodded. This was it. Her most favorite part of the year. The one time she could pretend that she lived in a world with abundant electricity and enough clothing for all. If she focused on the site before her she could almost ignore the gnaw in her stomach and stink that told her none of them had bathed in a week. She would sear the memory of what was about to happen in her mind to last for a full year.
“The time has come,” her mother said, as she flipped the switch on the wall.
The christmas tree lit with glorious pride and filled the room with the hope of a better world.
Alayna smiled. “Merry Christmas.”
©Laura L. Zimmerman 2017
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