Racquel Jayne Thow

The Oppressed Siren

2093 It was almost nightfall and Anthony was in a hurry to reach his home. “Please be green, please be green” he muttered to himself as he turned onto a street with traffic lights. Normally white men weren’t meant to work in the half hour before sunset but his boss had made him stay to help finish inventory so no one had to do any overtime. As luck would have it of course, the one day he only had 10 minutes to drive home, he was getting stuck in every bit of traffic. Thankfully for Anthony, the traffic lights turned green as he approached them, go straight through and turn into his driveway. As soon as he turned off his car, he heard the siren go off. He had made it just in time, any white man now seen not on his property would be sent to prison for a 6 month minimum sentence, no matter their ‘excuse' unless he had a signed letter from The Enforcers in his pocket. The restrictions that had tightened meant there was no longer a valid reason without that letter unless First Responders had been called and were assisting you. 67 Years Earlier