Got Any Twist? (standard:science fiction, 1185 words)
Author: Gavin J. Carr	Added: Apr 12 2005	Views/Reads: 3150/2106	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Blake Shaw, degenerate dealer and drop-out, makes his last sale to a twelve year old kid.

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labour minimum.  But for Shaw this was what it was all about, the 
chance to turn a young mind onto something new, a unique experience 
that would hook them and give them the taste for life.  So what if the 
Man didn't like it, so what if they called it corrupting innocents.  
They could take that and shove it.  He was going to blow this kid's 
mind. 

The boy walked towards him, nervous looking, scared.  Definitely his
first time, thought Shaw, this is going to be sweet. 

“You interested in buying, kid?” 

The blonde head nodded. 

“You came to the right guy.  I only hold the best; you won't get quality
like this anywhere else.  The rest of them guys deal in crap, if it 
ain't vintage I don't touch it.  Now, what you looking for?” 

The boy put a fingernail in his mouth and chewed.  “I-I don't know. 
I-I'm not sure this is a good idea...” 

“Look kid, I can see you're nervous.  You've been listening to the crap
the teachers tell you.  About how it's bad for you, bad for society.  
Well, take it from me; they don't know what the fuck they're talking 
about.”  He crouched down slightly so they were eye to eye, laying a 
fatherly hand on the boy's shoulder.  “They want you to do what they 
say, to make your mind up for you.  That's what the Man does, kid.  
They control you.  They ban whatever's bad for them, not you!  Now, 
don't be scared, you'll like what I've got, and I guarantee you'll be 
back for more.” 

The boy spat out a piece of nail and nodded, “Okay, you're right.” 

“So, what's it to be?” 

“Got any Twist?” said the boy.  “I hear Twist's the best.” 

Shaw laughed.  “It's up there all right, kid.  Up there with the best of
them.” 

He went to the wall and removed the loose brick, pulling out a canvas
bag.  “Come here, kid.”  He looked inside, rummaging until he found 
what he was looking for. 

“Ha!  Here it's, kid.  Twist – Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens.  You
won't regret it.  A damn good read, highly addictive, though it ain't 
cheap.” 

Shaw looked up just in time to see the stun gun come down on his
shoulder.  Suddenly he was lying on his back, his muscles stiff and 
paralysed. 

“You fucking degenerate,” said the boy, “you're under arrest.” 

Shaw moaned and tried to roll over, the alley was filled with blue
flashing lights and the clump of boots as the Junta ran towards them.  
He tried to roll again and grunted as the boy kicked him hard in the 
ribs. 

“Stay where you are, sicko.  There he is boys, book him and let's see
what he's got.  Pride and Prejudice, Great Expectations, Vanity 
Fair...” The boy whistled.  “You're going away for ever for this!” 

Shaw was dragged to his feet.  “I ain't done anything wrong!” he said. 
“They're just books for Christ sake!” 

The boy smiled and produced a set of handcuffs.  “Tell it to the judge,
sicko.  Tell it to the judge.” 

The End. 


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