Exodus

“Hey, Jelly, come over here, have a look!”
“Told you not to call my ‘Jelly’. What is it, Fatface? “
“Something just there, by the dustbins. It’s moving. And don’t call me Fatface.”
“Just paying you back.”
“Well, don’t.”
“Calm down, I’m coming.”
“Hurry up.”
Dave joins Bill at the window.
Dave’s fascinated. “What are they up to? Why are they moving out? Where could they be going?”
“Dunno. It’s weird, innit? What I don’t understand is why they don’t stay put, here they have everything they could only dream about a few days back. Abundance. And they’re leaving it behind. That’s crazy."
“Maybe they’ve been brainwashed.”
“They don’t have any brains.”
“Yeah, well, probably not, ‘cause they’re behaving like an army.”
“At least they’re leaving, they’re not coming here.”
“They probably don’t like the neighbours either. Go, guys, attaaaaack!”
“Them maggots must have heard it through the grapevine that the garbage guys' strike is over and they're moving on - just in time."
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Published on October 14, 2010 17:08 Tags: flash-fiction, fun, humour, short-story
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