The dark closet structure that we were all forced to live in was replaced in my mind’s eye by our old tiny homes. Their image remains burnt in my mind. They would punish me if they knew. The small structures were meticulously up-kept. The multi-coloured doors a most beloved feature.
Nobody saw it coming, the collapse of a society based on the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination. They called it oppressive. A group of us thought they were reading too much into things, over-reacting. Our group was over thrown and all branches of creativity destroyed.
By Shari Marshall – 2019
I used an old prompt from Carrot Ranch Literary Community as a jumping off point for this post. The prompt was from March 2017. The prompt itself reads, “In 99 words (no more, no less) go down the rabbit hole to a place where art is not allowed. It could be a small story or a dystopian vision. Is there a power struggle over art? Would the general public miss it? Is the end of art a natural evolution? Go where the prompt leads.”
The image is a photograph I took on our 2018 trip to the Yukon (Whitehorse).