Going to be away for the next week, but before I go, a double drabble from
fic_promptly.
Title: Equality
Length: 200 words
Content: PG
Prompt: Miles, seeing political cartoons of his father.
The image shows his father walking along over the backs of a row of people wearing Komarran dress, casually striking out at them with a knotted whip. In the distance a Vorish officer on a fat horse leads a charge against a group of Greekie peasants. A few of the peasants are throwing rocks, but most are fleeing and falling as the Vors attack.
"We caught the artist for this one," Uncle Simon says. "He got six years in prison."
Miles nods and studies it thoughtfully. "What's that?" he says, pointing to the Vor on his horse. "That's made up, isn't it?"
"Oh, no, that was at the end of the Pretendership. Count Vorkalloner's District. There was a rebellion, and he put it down with his militia."
"I didn't know that."
"Well, it's not the kind of thing we want to spread," Uncle Simon explains. "Best to keep it quiet, really. Besides, it was embarrassing for Count Vorkalloner, so we didn't allow it to go into the textbooks. Your father needs his vote."
Miles looks back at the cartoon. "I don't understand," his father is saying, "why the Komarrans hate us so much. We treat them just like our proles."
Crossposted at
http://philomytha.dreamwidth.org/55312.html