A Different Season #FridayFictioneers

“Best to hide under the nose of the enemy, I suppose,” I said. “Must have passed ten department stores on my way here.”
She glanced up from her tea. “The doctors go where the sick people are”.
“So how’s the plan going, anyway? I’m still seeing lots of commercials blaring ‘buy stuff’ and nothing seems different.”
She held up a device. “As soon as I press this button, cell phones will go out for a hundred miles in every direction.”
“That works. I already took care of Amazon,” I said.
“Good. Let’s finish ruining Christmas.”

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I held commercialism in contempt when I was younger; back when thinking like that was cool and I didn’t really know anything about the world anyway.  Now it’s even more oppressive.  It’s worked its way even into my own thoughts and desires.  The worst is to watch as my daughters look around themselves and absorb it without knowing any different.  Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.

I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.  The weekly photo that inspired this story is below (courtesy Marie Gail Stratford).