Short Fiction: Eat the Rich
The games we’ll play when the billionaires retreat to their bunkers
5 min readAug 7, 2023
The chime from the app was perhaps the most beautiful sound in the universe.
To Malcolm, the melody was like the music of the angels. It meant he won this week’s prize — an extended stay in a motel, and freedom from the choking smoke that made his lungs ache. That sound meant…
