Friday Fictioneers – Skin Deep

~ neilmacdon
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

It was wrong, I know, but I was angry. I struck out, at a Master. My nail caught in his cheek, and a layer of skin sloughed off.

Underneath, not bone and blood, but levers and pinions.

I ran and ran.

In the dormitory, my workmates crowded round.

“The Masters,” I babbled. “They’re machines, not people.”

“Okay,” Slabbert said,” and so?”

“And so we have to do something.”

“What can we do? Better to concentrate on the things you can control. Like the choice between skinny latte and macchiato.”

 

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

71 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Skin Deep”

      1. Perhaps they did not realise how difficult students could be, I am glad that I am not a master

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  12. Them Masters need some skin adjustments … and I’m wondering if the workers are the ones who’d be tasked with creating it … 😉 As for the priorities – to each their own … 😉
    Well done! I wanna know more about that world …

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  17. That’s probably exactly how that scene would play out. “Remember your rights? Well, look over there.” “Ooh, a new cell phone.” “Ooh, TV.” “Ooh, coffee.”

    “Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
    and you think you’re so clever and classless and free,
    but you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see”

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