Infanticide by Victoria A. Rogers
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SUMMARY: For the November Flash Fiction Contest. Theme: HungerThe flourishing population of the Republic of Bancroft awoke one day, only to find a strange sensation in their abdomen. At first, no one knew what was happening.
"Why, my abdomen does feel strange," they would declare to each other in puzzlement.
Most chose to ignore it. But the feeling grew and soon their bodies told them what was happening.
"We are hungry!" their mouths' cried.
"Give us food!" their lips' demanded.
There was no food. Only city.
The people shivered in their grey landscape, crowded in their towers.
"Feed us!" their stomachs' gurgled.
The Bancroftians lay in their dark rooms, their pale skin covered with goosepimples as their air conditioning blew.
"Feed me!" the Bancroftian roared. "Fill my belly!"
They sat at their empty tables, staring at their empty plates.
"Feed me!"
"Feed!"
"Me!" they wailed, stamping their feet and swinging their grubby fists.
But there was no one to feed them.
They screamed.
There was no one to hear. No one, but themselves.
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