Ceremorony
“Roll up your sleeve and step forward,” eerie voice from the loudspeaker repeated. “No delay permitted.”
No delay and no way to escape the sonic speed. The line was slowly advancing as if they were a clockwork Barbie-queue being mowed down with this voice shrapnel. There were leaders and outsiders, rightists and outstriders, writers and outriders. Anywhere, not here.
A shot. A step. A stop. A gasp. A next.
“Rejoice now, my child, get your Oscar the Wild.”