The constant buzz and random flight pattern of the small fly that zoomed around her face was starting to get on her nerves. Enough so that she felt the urge to do something about it. But she couldn’t. By law, she had to restrain herself. Wasn’t it enough to consent to the laws given by the government already? Without being watched? She hated every second of it. The fact that you couldn’t even be trusted to breathe fresh air.      ...

Each stroke of the paddle left ripples behind in the waters below. The bay held a texture of liquid gold, holding millions upon millions of tiny, priceless droplets that reflected the sky above. Canoeing in the early mornings always left an impression like no other. The opposition of the rising sun setting upon one's skin to the cold breeze that drifted onto the water; thiswas paradise.                                 ...

Every day, no matter the weather, at exactly noon, Mr. Olivers would go for a short walk around his hometown. And everyone knew it. It was as routine as the sun rising and setting each day. Completely normal. So, on June the 12th, 1926, when Mr. Olivers didn'tcome outside, the town erupted into a sort of unsaid panic.                                           ...