Father had done his best to convince Sally no matter what measures the State might take, what oaths or pledges or promises they might expect her to swear, it was imperative she give the impression of compliance…for now.
Nevertheless, she did not care for the cold, dispassionate manner in which the Instructor led them to repeat the Rules of Discipline. She knew the slightest hesitation…the simplest misspoken word would see her taken from the school to a place of such unspeakable horror she could not imagine surviving it.
To allay suspicion and since she saw no way to avoid such, she raised her hand along with her classmates when the Instructor queried to see who wished to be first in disclosing the name of someone they knew to be disloyal to the State.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: learning.