The Aurora, the pale metal box, the safe haven in what should have been heaven. It looked like a normal building, something of no special importance.
The card now. The numbers were missing, instead replaced by a notice:
Please enter your identification code onto this card for access into the Aurora to be granted.
I quickly scanned my hand onto the card.
Identification code: 462085. Access: granted
I tried to swallow the shame, tears, and guilt clogging up my airways.
The walls of the Aurora were soft. You could almost push into it to make a dent. I watched as my golden ticket get eaten by it. Processed.
And then a door opened.
It was his fault. For waiting so long.
The door closed behind me.
YOU ARE READING
Into Aurora
Short StoryEven in the most seemingly perfect society, it was a society filled with flaws greater than we could possibly mask.
