"Over one-hundred-thousand deaths by June" the man with the pouty lips read from the teleprompter. "By fall we'll be back to normal— next spring the economy will be in full swing." He left, smiling, gesturing with his familiar thumb's up.
People were bombarded by new figures marching across their screens in increasing numbers. Every day the man's pouty lips delivered terrifying statistics.
For many, the numbers were inconsequential — for others, irreversible minus signs.
One day the man vanished. News came: he too had taken a direct hit from a number subtracting someone essential from his life.
People were bombarded by new figures marching across their screens in increasing numbers. Every day the man's pouty lips delivered terrifying statistics.
For many, the numbers were inconsequential — for others, irreversible minus signs.
One day the man vanished. News came: he too had taken a direct hit from a number subtracting someone essential from his life.
