Hidden

A shorter form of this story was submitted to the 48 hour flash fiction 2017 contest. The title, a dialogue line and a broad subject was provided by the contest.

One of my earliest memories is of my First Parent driving us to the Central Family Administration Agency. Both my parents were silent for the whole ride, and even from the back seat of our electro I could tell that my First Parent’s expression was ominous. Continue reading “Hidden”