Bury one’s head in the sand

to refuse to think about an unpleasant situation, hoping that it will improve so that you will not have to deal with it

 

Theta is sitting at the transport hub waiting impatiently for the number 73 transporter . She starts to fiddle with her watch in frustration and boredom and taps in ‘ostrich’ ‘sand’ and ‘bury’ into the Agnitio search engine. 10 minutes later, standing on the 2nd deck squashed between two young men from the Ybur Mine with the smell of dried sweat hanging over them, she holds the screen close to her face and reads that apparently ostriches do not bury their heads in the sand. Instead when danger is imminent they lie with their head and neck on the ground – giving the appearance of a mound of earth from a distance. They can run fast and have powerful legs…

 

Theta sighed, enough of ostriches, sand covering the head is not an option right now and would be extremely impractical . She thought about her current dilemma and decided that although it was in her DNA to try and avoid conflict, to move away from all that is unpleasant, she has to face facts and come up with a plan of action. She needs a battle strategy, a pre-emptive strike. It’s fighting talk but it needs to develop into something tangible.

One option is to acquiesce to the demands made of her. Just agree, sell her soul and live with a superficial peace but internal anguish. But she is not sure she could live like that.

The second option is to stand her ground, stand up for what she believes in. Live a principled life. That would of course is the best thing. She could then walk in truth and integrity and of course be disowned from her sect.

She scrunched her nose at looked at the man on her right, his red and silver overalls, covered in grime. His number and sign tattooed to his neck stating his place in society. His hands rough and dirty with which he gripped his regulation standard issue holdall. She subconsciously rubbed the same place on her neck and wondered if she could be part of the millions of people that lived in the ergates zone. She thought about her privileged position – could she give that up? The transported lurched to a halt and half the occupants left. Theta looked out the window as she sank into a now vacant seat. Rain was starting to fall heavily. She felt bad for her fellow humans beings scurrying towards homes that she knew were inadequate for this type of weather. It was not right. She has told her directors but they would not hear her arguments.

She bought her tablet out of her bag and flicked through the presentation she had been ordered to give to the delegation tomorrow. She sighed. It was just not right , it was not just. She opened a password protected file – this contained her ideas, her dreams and her vision of the future. A fairer world. Her partner, a man who had somehow escaped his apparent predetermined fate in the ergates zone, had read it a week ago and had just laughed. He had then looked at her with sad but serious eyes and told her that it would never work. He held her hands told her that they did not live in the world that she wanted. He told her that she should be thankful for her position and should do nothing to jeopardise it. “You have no idea”

But she did, that was problem.

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Wow. Just WOW. You’ve got me hooked – what a great idea! Keep on writing 🙂

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