Cyberpunk
School Reunion
By
Craig Wilson
I’ve
arrived at my old high school for the reunion.
However,
the place looks like a cyberpunk mall.
Surprisingly,
it isn’t raining, it is actually sunny.
I
blink and somehow appear in a high-tech café.
I
find my buddies and we all find a spare table.
When
I cue-up for a drink, someone cuts in line.
The
man in question is built like a huge tank.
Of
course, the big guy snarls like a mad bear.
I
get so angry that I head back to my friends.
I
sit back down, and my alarm starts its wailing.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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