Anonymous – A Flash Fiction

AnonymousWe all look the same to you.
Dress us in black and muted colors, in uniforms that designate us by role, not by name.Pack us in squares with gray rug-covered walls that we are free to decorate within anxious corporate guidelines.
Keep us “backstage” out of the public eye. Hold out just enough impossible hope that we step on each other for the brass ring.
We could be the fixtures, the appliances, the automatic doors.To you, we are simply cogs in the machine. Background. Forgotten.
We are anonymous.You order the clam chowder.
It will not be clean.Please note that the 100 Word Story Podcast is changing URLS to!Based around Laurence Simon’s weekly challenge for the 100 word-stories podcast. The player above should have the audio for this week; if it doesn’t, you can find the audio here to download.
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