• Cathryn Grant

1-Minute Fiction: A Soft Voice

She walked through the park, barely noticing where she was going. The national news blared from her phone, destroying the tranquility of the autumn morning.


At home, before she entered the front door, she closed the app, watching the world slip away.


Inside the house, she glanced at her ballot, still resting unopened on the entryway table. It was her only chance to let the world know what she thought outside the gaze of his ever-watchful eye, his demanding voice silenced.


She lived for the day she would fill out the ballot, seal the envelope, and drop it into a mailbox.

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