This past week, I was looking at headlines and reading Atlas Shrugged. For the record, that’s a horrible combination.
But, in this case, I got a good idea from it. A nationwide (or maybe worldwide) food strike.
In it, farmers band together to produce just enough for themselves and they make sure to keep any food from entering the cities. Why? Well, the cities decided they were entitled to the food that the farmers produced. Those in the cities and the government, the tyranny of the majority, began making it harder and harder for farmers to make ends meet as the poor farmers sought to just fulfill the government edict’s quotas.
So they go on strike.
The cities and city folk quickly realize they are in deep doo-doo.
Perhaps they realize they had no business telling farmers how to farm when they’ve never farmed themselves. Perhaps they try seizing the food from the farmers. Maybe those who were on the fence about the whole strike turn against the aggressor government when it seizes the farmer’s food. Maybe the cities find a way to get along on their own.
Whatever you end up deciding, this prompt is free to use! I’d love to see it up on Inklings Fiction though!