Chapter 1- Another Day's Work
Anthony Williams, the IRS agent, had just completed another day of work. He didn't feel bad about what he did, even though he TOOK families' income away who couldn't afford it, who needed more money for basic needs. He didn't feel sorry for them because taking these peoples' money was his job. Anthony was a devoted tax-collector and auditor. He viewed his job as a duty. He would always tell the poor that they would recieve the benefits of federal taxes one day. But they never did. Wealth continued to find its way into the upper 1%'s hands. Years of trampling over poorer people had turned Anthony into a hard-nosed, money-taking go-hard who could care less if he took peoples' money rudely or by force.
Chapter 2- The Transformation
As Anthony entered his house, he felt a jabbing pain on his body that started at his feet and traveled up his body, ending in an enormous migraine that nearly split his head in half. The pain was a repetitious stomp, like his body was being stepped on by shoes with daggers on the soles, with a rhythm of footsteps. He started sweating, feeling as if he was being tortured by being tied down to a table, unable to move, with a single drop of water hitting his forehead every 5 seconds. He kept feeling the pain, he felt his surroundings change, his being migrate from a conceited, self-centered, uncaring human to the object of his own work. He decided to go to sleep to escape the pain.
Chapter 3- A Fitting Ending
When Anthony woke up, everything was different. He was a long, flimsy, and made of straw. He was a bridge in the mountains of Peru, installed to ease transportation for poor Latin American peoples. People had no regard for him; they trampled on him and abused him until they had crossed on to a new part of their lives. He was now the one being used for other peoples' interests, without anything given to him in return. After the poor, indigenous people had discovered their new opportunites from crossing Anthony, they left him behind, trampled on and bent out of shape, without another thought or care about who they were affecting.
Interesting. I like the metaphore of being something people walk all over (and the magical teleportation)
ReplyDeleteliked the way you left your safe shore and swam away a little...
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