Estornudos

En un mundo donde estornudar es ilegal, y al ser sorprendido en el mucoso acto te dictarían acto de formal prisión, con veinte años sin derecho a fianza; las cárceles se vieron abarrotadas y sobre-pobladas justo después de un brote de influenza. Mas del treinta y cinco por ciento de la población fue encarcelada, y en el momento en que los pañuelos desechables no se necesitaron mas, la gente se levanto en armas para exigir su libertar a excretar mucosidad por la nariz. Un movimiento global, que sobra decir, colapso la sociedad como se conocía.

A little work of fiction

It was yesterday when the last person who would ever need shoes to walk was killed. The best and last of the shoemakers just found this out from the prison cell he was taken to last night after he fell asleep behind the steering wheel of his old Corvette, crashing into a store and killing a civilian. Out of depression and lack of meaning in his life, the now pointless shoemaker will tomorrow hang himself with the shoelaces he had been saving for such a special occasion; long, yellow and plastic tipped shoelaces he stole from a pair of Doc Martens when he was just a teenager. No one will attend his funeral. Little did he know, the civilian he killed that dreadful night was no other than the very last person who would ever need shoes to walk. His tombstone will read: "Here lies James, the last of the shoemakers, may the Walker guide him home".