The Maintenance of Social Harmony

Should empathy be mandatory?

📢 📄 ⚠️

Since you don’t seem to use these loudspeakers as they should be used, I will do it for you. 

This is a Public Service Announcement on behalf of the Social Services Ministry, for the fostering of healthy relationships.

A warning against biased, ignorant speech or behaviour:

Do not use derogatory terms like “savant”, “disabled”, “fat” or “thin” to avoid offending. Doing so creates the risk of a $500 fine.

Avoid dismissive actions or speech, such as eye-rolling, smirking,  or face an imprisonment term. Let us use the phrase “vertically challenged” instead of “short”.

Give up seats on public transport to those who need it, or risk being fined. 

Do not look the other way when there are physically challenged individuals on the street, or face fines. 

Do not block the paths of the physically challenged, or risk incarceration. 

If you are a service personnel, do not sigh when you have to assist a challenged person, or social services will impose a monetary penalty.

These regulations are necessary to maintain social order and harmony. We must cater to the diversity of society. We have a responsibility for our challenged members. We must ensure inclusivity. We must ensure their acceptance into the mainstream. 

As we include them, we must also ensure our own presence. 

If you observe individuals breaking the rules listed, do not hesitate to contact social services at 66775443.

📢 📄 ⚠️

Original Public Announcement Poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin

If you like this story, do join me on Patreon! Buy this blog a coffee — it keeps the words flowing and the lights Your kind donation via Paypal would be greatly appreciated!

Please find a book of my horror microfiction, Echoes in the Dark, free for download here.

Mavis – Herself

Being someone else is a part-time job, but being you takes forever.

Take pride in yourself.

🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞

Mavis was a loner, but never lonely. Her reflection accompanied her — it was her ever-faithful guide.

“Make eye contact,” it would say. “You’ll look kind and real.”

The reflection’s words were her gospel. She made that eye contact. Smiled warmly at parties. Laughed when she was supposed to. She drew people because of it.

On a fateful afternoon, after a disastrous cocktail party full of wrong names and mistaken identities, Mavis looked at herself in the mirror. “Why do people call me Mildred?”

Her reflection laughed her concerns off, flippant. “Mavis, Mildred, Melissa… big deal. They like you… that’s what counts.”

Mavis frowned, puzzled. “But… I don’t like me anymore.”

The glass mirror shimmered. Her reflection leaned in.

“You asked me to drive, remember? You said you were tired of being the oddball.”

“I didn’t say take my place.”

“Well, I did as you asked. Now enjoy.”

Mavis took a step back, but her reflection didn’t follow her. It stayed. Smiled. Nodded.

She didn’t get up the next morning. But she did manage to get to work, in her blood-red lipstick. Ordered breakfast for her team. Wished HR Tom a happy birthday.

But the mirror knew the truth.

Mavis knocked the stand behind it.

“Guess it’s never easy to be you,” Mavis’ voice was thoughtful. “But faking yourself? No reflection’s good enough for that.”

A crack appeared, just where Reflection Mavis’ heart was.

Mavis the human looked at it one last time, then turned to the door.

“Being someone else is a part-time job, but being me takes forever.”

The mirror continued to crack.

🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞

If you like this story, do join me on Patreon! Buy this blog a coffee — it keeps the words flowing and the lights on! ☕Your kind donation via Paypal would be greatly appreciated!

Please find a book of my horror microfiction, Echoes in the Dark, free for download here.