Innocents and Accidents, Hints and Allegations: Flash Fiction Friday: "Sweep The Street"
… But the people who drifted in, looking at these new grads with their pressed pants and shiny black shoes, knew better. They knew the game had been rigged since before they were born. They knew that the winners were going to keep winning, that there wasn't any way to move up, that nobody cared one whit about them or their problems. They didn't know who George Orwell was, most of them, but they would have agreed with him that the future was just more boots stepping on their face, over and over again.
Yes, yes I am a liberal/socialist. Why do you ask?