“So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.”
by William Blake, from, SONGS OF INNOCENCE (1789)
“Mars Attacks!,” images of glittery spheres encompassing Earth’s atmosphere arrayed themselves on every screen. Suddenly the petty grievances between individuals and nations disintegrated. A thrum of voices registered on the Richter scale.
Fear rippled through most, and many fell to their knees. They’d seen the pictographs in caves.
A car-sized pod landed on The White House lawn; a door opened, with an arrow pointing inside. A military volunteer was sought and found. Cameras trained on Corporal Hicks’ face as she exited revealed wide eyes and trembling lips.
She was taken to quarantine and asked, “What happened!?”
“The machine kept repeating, ‘One pint of blood each week from every human – no exceptions — will save your species. Collection pods will be landing soon. Let’s be clear: zero tolerance for violations. So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.’ “
Ingrid is today’s host for dVerse’ Prosery. Ingrid says:
Simply take the given line and incorporate it into a flash fiction or creative non-fiction of 144 words or fewer.