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Yeah Write #121: Upper Class (#amwriting #flashfiction )

“You can’t. It’s social suicide.” Henri slapped his hands on the glass table, toppling an unbreakable cup which spun to the floor. “Petition again at least.”

“You knew I’ve been planning this.” Sela adjusted and smoothed her neat forest green pantsuit. “I’m following the rules.”

“It’s a loop-hole. A tenuous one at that. Just — for all our sakes — go see the council again.”

Okay then, humor me. Why should I?” She crossed her arms.

“For our family. You can’t just do whatever you want.” Henri paced, punctuating his palm with a finger as he rattled off a thousand protests. “Seriously, driving a hover bus down there?”

Sela’s soft shoes made no sound on the glossy white floor. She instructed the computer to produce a thumbchip she’d prepared. The thin, blue acrylic rectangle fit neatly in her palm. She wiped sweat from her free hand on her thigh, let out a breath, and pressed her print into it. The glowing red whorls laughed. Her stomach lurched. Her lying hand didn’t shake when she held the thumbchip out to her spouse.

“It’s all arranged,” she said.

Henri stared. “What you on about?”

“It just needs your print and our marriage and social contracts are severed. I’ve approved transfer of a very generous portion of my own assets and all of our combined assets to you.” She offered it again but his arms hung limp. “The lawyer’s guarantee is hard-coded. Nothing will come back on you, our girls, or anyone we know. I’ve transferred plenty of social points to you to compensate for any blow back.”

Henri’s shoulders slumped.

“It’s thorough. You can read it. Do you want your own lawyer?”

“I can have you committed.”

She grabbed his right hand and placed the thumbchip in it. His arm hung there, immobile, even after she stepped back. “You could try.”

“If I sign this, you can’t come back. You’d have nothing up here.”

“I know.”

“You’d cut all ties with your family–your friends–for a bunch of soot workers?”

If he didn’t accept, she could return as she pleased. Their girls had their own separate lives, they’d be fine. Sela moved to the wall and waved her arm to turn it from opaque to clear. The loft view was, as always, pristine. Blue skies, white walls, glass, and green hanging gardens.

“For children who have so little.”  She hung her head, smiling. “Mostly for me. I can do something worth remembering. Maybe I like the rush of imperfection.”

She side-eyed Henri. He flipped the thumbchip through his fingers, his mouth pressed in anger and his eyes uncertain. Most people wouldn’t have hesitated to take what everyone in the upper tiers coveted: power, status, security. She’d amassed quite a large bank of all three.

“I never thought you’d actually do it.”

Henri hadn’t come with much of his own when they married. It was quite the scandal, but Sela always had wealth to spare for covering indiscretions. One could buy their way out of just about anything, except maybe a ship off planet. She would need to be on the council for such designs, but that was a cesspit even a dung beetle would shun.

“I’ve got to go. It takes a while to get to the sub tiers and I want to double-check everything,” she said.

“I suppose you had that damned hover bus painted an obnoxious yellow.”

Henri was scowling, but Sela grinned. “With big black letters.”

“You’re wasting your time. The schools won’t let those urchins in.”

“My school will. The law states that children who are bused in must be accommodated.”

The people who lived in the bottom levels of the city deep beneath the earth had lacked transportation and a sponsor. They weren’t allowed to build schools but nothing was written against a private sponsor transporting children. She’d bought the old school on tier one and its systems upgraded. It was a long time in the making for an army of one. At least, so far.

Sela thought to kiss Henri, but that wasn’t them anymore. He was still standing in the same spot, twiddling the chip, and staring out the window. The loft’s transport elevator door slid shut behind Sela.

“Pod, level 1. Education District 1.”


She checked her watch for the beep of Henri’s contract acceptance or the buzz of his refusal. The whoosh of descent pressed air from her lungs, but hope stayed.


10 comments on “Yeah Write #121: Upper Class (#amwriting #flashfiction )

  1. unfoldingfromthefog
    April 25, 2019

    This is a great world you’ve created. The foreign technology and social contracts sounded natural coming out of character’s mouths. Since you asked for concrit, I wanted a little more to convince me why she was doing this, although it was completely clear why she was leaving her husband. 😉

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    • Laissez Faire
      May 2, 2019

      I think Sela is just looking for…trouble. For that spark. I wasn’t quite sure when I wrote the story, but I think the sterile, orderly form of the upper society is depressing. She’s bored and depressed and sick of it. She wants to “stick it to the man”. Compassion is there but it’s…lower on the list.

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  2. Kirsten Baltz
    April 25, 2019

    I amazed by your imagination week after week. This week I impressed once again. You are truly an incredible world builder.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Laissez Faire
      May 2, 2019

      Thank you that is very sweet to say. 🙂 I usually say that my brain is cluttered, but I like your words better 🙂


  3. innatejames
    April 25, 2019

    I like what you did with the prompts. The sci-fi elements felt true to me and the situation was believable. I wanted some reaction from her about leaving her children and some direction on whether she would succeed or not. Henri’s first line makes me think she won’t succeed, so maybe Sela could tell us about some deal she made that may point to success…or not.

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    • Laissez Faire
      May 2, 2019

      I only had like one small sentence about the kids being grown and on their own. It got lost in the other elements. I am not sure myself of her success. There /is/ trouble brewing though, but she almost wants that…craves it even. her motives aren’t all altruistic 🙂


  4. d3athlily
    April 25, 2019

    I always love the conciseness you use in building your worlds. I wish I could spend more time in them and learn more about them! This certainly could be a much longer piece, but I appreciate how you were able to tell a semi-complete story as it was. I, too, would have loved to see if she was successful or not, and part of me expects far more interference before she can arrive at the school with the children.

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    • Laissez Faire
      May 2, 2019

      Thank you very much! I am not sure if she was successful or not. Hopeful, though. But yes, I am pretty sure she encounters a whole lot of trouble. Her buffer will get breeched. I think she’s looking forward to it though 🙂


  5. mynachang
    April 26, 2019

    Great world building and complete characters, as always. I like the complex future you’ve shown us. The physical set up, as well as the social relationships, are intriguing. I think you are conveying a lot of ideas and details, and it works very well. I think it might be okay to remove a few of the details, though, to free up words to more fully explain some of the challenging ideas. For example, the sentence about being able to afford anything except a trip off-planet & needing to be on the council to do that — seems extraneous to me. Those words might be better spent explaining why she wants to do this now, or how it might affect her relationship with her kids. This story has unique ideas that may be worth pursuing further.

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    • Laissez Faire
      May 2, 2019

      Thank you. I think my problem is that I have big stories to fit into a small space, but I never can seem to finish a big one! 😮 There was only one line about the kids being “out on their own lives” . It got buried I think. Thanks for reading. I got to figure out how to manage bigger pieces without falling to pieces 🙂

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