Ben was dead tired. He had to pull a double shift when Clyde called in sick. It was almost midnight and nobody else was around except for Lin, who was working the hot dog and pretzel stand, and she had started to pack up for the night.
In just a few minutes the lights around the avant-garde sculpture in the courtyard of the Museum of Modern Art would be turned off and he could go home.
Oh wait. Ben almost forgot he had agreed to take the midnight shift at that after hours club in Harlem. “Life sucks,” he thought.
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Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Roger Bultot.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. After all, engineers had harnessed the the power of the wind by creating giant windmill farms. They had harnessed the power of the sun with solar panels. So why not harness the power of the natural electricity in the atmosphere with collection stations?
July 4, 2023 was to be the last day that the American flag could be legally flown in the United States. Donald Trump won the 2020 presidential election in a landslide. With the backing of Russia, the U.S. Congress, the Supreme Court, and the military, he declared the U.S. Constitution void and anointed himself President for Life. Donald Trump died in 2022, and, according to the revised Constitution, his daughter, Ivanka, became the new President for Life.
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Seth walked into the ornate, Art Deco lobby and headed to the counter. The man behind the counter looked at Seth. “May I help you?”
Joel glanced up at the electronic display that showed the status of all outbound flights. His flight home was delayed by at least two more hours. That meant that the kids, and maybe even his wife, would be asleep by the time he got home.