Revolution

by grouperluna

It was time for a revolution. The workers complained of working non-stop from sunrise to sunset. No weekends off and no holidays. They had food and shelter but that was all. What about the fine things in life? or about their intellectual pursuits? they were working class but they had the right to go to college, travel freely anywhere and everywhere, do the things they wanted to do and more. Not just cooped up there, in the factory.

The worker’s union was in an emergency assembly. A general strike was not enough. They had to get out of that place and demonstrate for all the world to see. The time of reckoning was now, the revolution was coming!…

“Every night, it’s the same story” thought the giant clam. “Idle photosystems make them overthink the situation. Why did I end up with a bunch of anarchist zooxanthellae?”

“Well, here’s sunrise. Open up”.

And the algae went back to work.

Giant clam closeup. Oil pastel on paper. Credit: Sarah Frias-Torres

Giant clam closeup. Oil pastel on paper. Credit: Sarah Frias-Torres