“Hi, I was just intrigued by your sign. What do you mean by proper milk?” I asked the man.
“It’s proper milk that comes from proper cows.” he replied.
“Yes. Not from those things you see standing in the fields going “moo”. Those aren’t proper cows. That’s just what they want you to think!”
“The people in control. You know, the Government. The ones feeding you their mind-control milk. They’re just getting you to do what they want. The milk I sell is free from all that, and comes from proper cows. Not those fake ones you see!”
“I see! Good to know.” I said smiling at him and slowly backing away.
“You’ll be back for my proper milk, when you come to realise I have told you the Truth!” he called out after me.
I left, still wondering what sort of milk he was actually selling…
Word count: 150
This was written with the photo prompt provided by Crimson’s Creative Challenge #57.
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