A WORD FROM THE LITERARY POLICE
"So, what do you mean I've really got to re-take the
alien test?" said Borneo B. Borneo.
"It's just rules," the Space Immigration Inspector used
a routine voice. He was careful to avoid direct eye
contact as he added, "Are you sure we've got the
name right? You're middle name is Borneo too?"
"Yes, that's me. I really try to fit in here in the third
rock. Call me Borneo."
"Thank you Mr Borneo. If you don't mind about my
saying it, I can't help notice the know-you-what."
"You mean the things on my head? Do you think I
look a bit insect-like?" said Borneo B. Borneo.
He knew at once that this would not be a good time
for his famous praying mantis impersonation and so
listened ever-so-carefully as the Inspector continued.
"No, that's not a problem. It's a free world. Insectlike
visitors are welcome. There's a problem in your
written application. If it was only one time you might
get away with a verbal warning and just promise to
stop it. But it's there in the record, again and again.
We have the Literary Police now. You'll have to go to
the Re-education Camp. Please look it as an
opportunity, more than a punishment. A few weeks
should be enough and you'll be as good as new. Then
you'll sail through the alien test."
"But you haven't said what I'm doing wrong."
"It's gotten. You said gotten, over and over. Ever-so-
"Yup," Borneo B. Borneo just had to admit it.
A Word from the Literary Police
was published in the First Issue
of Literati Quarterly, June 2014.