Prime Minister Burris Jackson addresses the people of Brexitannia, after the Corollavirus outbreak has been declared a pandemic by the World Health Organisation…
“We face an invisible, unprecedented enemy. We are fighting a foe we cannot see, with the simple tools of soap, water, and our own singing voices. Remember to wash your hands for as long as it takes to sing the chorus of ‘Happy Birthday.’ Remember: ‘Hands, Face, Space!’ [behind the Prime Minister, his Health Secretary, Mitt Hindcock, casts a nervous glance at his attractive female aide.] Remember to ‘Stay alert! Control the virus! Save lives!’ [At this, his advisor Dick Haddit-Cummings adjusts his glasses.] There are those amongst us who selfishly flout the rules put in place for our own protection. But I urge you to think of others…so…if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.” [PM coughs, unmasked]
Written for dVerse
Tonight, I’m hosting Prosery, where I’m asking you to write a short prose piece (144 words or less) to include the prompt line:
“So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm” from Blake’s The Chimney Sweeper. Apologies to those who don’t follow UK politics too closely: I have linked up a couple of newspaper articles which should explain the references in my short fiction.
The bar opens from 3pm EST – join us for more Prosery!