Jerry sat with twenty other prisoners in the dark room.
Minutes ago, he’d been on Broadway enjoying the sights like any other tourist when a van screeched to a stop, and five men with automatic weapons leaped out. They selected random pedestrians, herding everyone into the vehicle. The men wore red armbands adorned with three glinting gold stars.
“Give me your phone,” a rebel commanded.
When Jerry didn’t comply, his captor growled, “Where’s your phone?”
“I don’t have one,” Jerry replied.
He jabbed Jerry’s stomach with his rifle’s barrel. “No phone? Where are you from, 1980?”
Jerry nodded and vanished.
This is a drabble, a story that’s exactly 100 words.
While I publish my short stories on Sunday, I thought I’d post this ultra-short tale mid-week. I hope you enjoy it.
If you liked The Man with No Phone, you might also like The Blanket War, another 100-word story.
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Hey, I was born in 1980, and I have no phone...and I like it like that.
Loved this, what a twist.