Anya inserted her wrist, waited for the needle to click in her medication, then moved to the next hatch to pick up her tray. She hungrily spooned up the thin, grey liquid, wishing The Powers That Be would give them something juicier, chewier. Impossible, she knew. They weren’t allowed knives or forks anymore….not since Alik.
She briefly thought about rebelling, and returning to her pod instead of taking part in the compulsory exercise hour, but Kefu had been right the previous evening. Thinking was dangerous. She unwillingly followed the others into the yard. Dreams of rebellion were pointless. Punishment would be swift and harsh.
This post is part of the 100 Word Challenge for Grown-Ups at Julia’s Place.