Saturday, October 29, 2011

STRIKE 3...2...1


Do you see the rage in his eyes?

I see it too.

He burns because he is disconcerted. It makes him sick, when he watches them doing it all wrong. They had taken their oaths hadn’t they? They had promised to serve her, the soil on which they grew, hadn’t they? Others are befooled. He isn’t. He knows. No one would believe him.

This must be stopped...must be stopped...MUST BE STOPPED!

He will put an end to this.


It feels unnaturally heavy in his hand. It’s loaded. He had remembered to do that, he did. He can do this, of course. It is the virtuous thing to do. Can he? CAN YOU DO IT? DO IT? DO IT NOW!

His trigger finger jerks and BANG!

Break into a run.





What do you see now?

I see only pain.

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