06/01/2025
I don't do much short fiction, but I just came up with this one:
Good old Orwell
By Richard McStay
It’s October 30, 1938 somewhere in rural Pennsylvania. The Morgenstern Farm is the last on his road, just beyond the English-speaking farmers. Being the Elder of a community, he was permitted to have a radio to keep informed of what may harm the community. His son Eric was 18 and in his wild years, so he listened to more than news broadcasts. Orson Wells sounded like a news person, so he listened to the show that day.
“Oh... Pa Pa... Listen to this... We are being invaded,” Eric said, sounding panicked.
“Don’t believe the English is always a good idea... You should know that by now,” Mr. Morgenstern said dryly in German.
“But listen to people screaming while he gives the news... It is really happening,” Eric said in German. He was busy reading a German Newspaper that came in his mail that week. He was interested in Beef Prices.
A few minutes later, Eric said: “They have machines and are destroying New York.”
Elder Maxwell Morgenstern just rustled his paper to acknowledge he’d heard.
The sound he heard had the Elder on his feet and looking out into his South Field.
“Holey Fu***ng Sh*t,” Maxwell shouted. He’d used an expression he’d heard his English-speaking neighbors yell from time to time.
“What’s the matter, Papa?” Eric said as he rushed to his father.
“The fu***ng cows are flying up into the sky!” he replied in German.
Sure enough, his cows were being beamed up into a large, shiny object.
The moral: Not all news is believable, but when it is...