Invitation CardsA Story by David DarabianRestrictions in some countries are as laughable as they are foolish. Pray that things will change.
It had taken him forever to write all the invitation cards but he had finally finished. He clenched the cards tight in his hand - afraid he would drop and dirty them - and hurried down along the street towards the mailbox. When he was about to post them he heard a voice from behind, halting him. “What are you sending there?” The soldier approaching had a long black beard and was armed with an automatic rifle – a Soviet model. “Just invitation cards, sir”, he answered and lifted the lid to the mailbox. “Stop it right there”, the soldier said and raised his rifle. “It’s just invitation cards…” he said, shaken by the hostility of the soldier. “Are there any women attending this party of yours?” the soldier said in a harsh voice. “Well yes of course, everyone’s welcome.” “There shouldn’t be women there; it is highly inappropriate, least of all around young brats as you!” Even though the soldier couldn’t be more than a few years older than him, he still spoke to him as if he was an ignorant child. “Will you be consuming alcohol?” He knew that the soldier was testing him since alcohol was forbidden, but he didn’t need to lie, he hadn’t thought of serving alcohol on his party anyway. “No, sir. Just music and home cooking.” “Didn’t you know that music is forbidden, twerp? If you want to listen to something, listen to our national radio, you might learn something!” “I listen to our radio all the time, just yesterday I was at a teashop together with my friend…” “Was this a female friend?” the soldier interrupted. “No it was a male classmate…” he answered, somewhat puzzled by the question. “Good, because it is against the law to go out with a female”, the soldier said with a more calm to his voice. He began to feel frustrated by the different restrictions presented by the soldier. “Okay, fine! Then I’ll only invite males then”, he said in a sharp tone, ignoring the rifle pointed at him. “Are you more than five?” The soldier asked, now not as confident as before. “YES, I’ve written at least forty invitation cards and I guess half of them are addressed to males”, the questions from the soldier began to annoy him; he just wanted to have a calm party in his own house. “Well… that’s against the law too”, the soldier said quietly and lowered his rifle, as if he began to consider something. “Well great, then I guess the party is off!” he said and started to walk back to his house. “What were you celebrating anyway?” the soldier called from behind. “ © 2009 David DarabianFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on February 5, 2008 Last Updated on June 19, 2009 AuthorDavid DarabianStockholm, SwedenAboutMy name is David Darabian. I'm born and raised in a town called Lund in Sweden and I like most of you guys here I strive to keep creative. I hope you like what I've written, I had fun doing it. .. more..Writing
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