“Mama, I want to go out and ride my bike.”
”No, child, it isn’t safe. The government forces may do a surprise check. We aren’t supposed to be on the streets.”
”But why, Mama?”
”Darling child, we live under something called martial law. They have imposed a round-the-clock order that we must stay indoors.”
”Here’s Papa. Can I go outdoors, Papa?”
“No, child. For now, we just have to remember how it was when we could elect the government officials we wanted and when we lived in a free society and work to get back there.”
For Friday Fictioneers. Thanks, Rochelle!