Flash Fiction

The monorail raced around the city taking the idiots from their idiot jobs to their idiot homes and vice versa. It never stopped. Ever. And then one wet, miserable day it did just that. Stop. And the idiots just stared, open mouthed at the motionless carriages. They muttered and and grumbled but didn't move from their position, the trains always ran. In their collective view, amidst the ivory towers and ebony pavements, someone should get the trains running but no one knew who. No one knew whose job it was to make things run, they just did. They always had.

The biggest idiots with the loudest voices demanded that whoever had the responsibility, should be exercised, and get the trains running immediately. The day following this proclamation the phone network died. A sudden and unexpected death. Demands increased and the idiots ran around in idiotic circles. A few days later all electrical goods failed to work. Demands and idiotic rantings reached a fever pitch but nothing worked and no one knew how to rectify the situation.

Chaos reigned over idiocy and the idiots reverted to the time before the city, grunting and growling at each other. Those with the most obstinate grunt and loudest growl dealt the foulest blows.

Some long time later on a rich sunny morning the trains just suddenly started working again, the phones chirruped and little electrical devices sparked and lived. The idiots just stared, open mouthed. Eventually roar of grunting and growling overtook the city and the newly invigorated infrastructure fell beneath the clubs and hammers of idiocy.