“They destroy those who become obsolete,” Chandler says.
We’ve taken this same path home for the past twenty-nine years.
“But they don’t understand how much I’ve sacrificed.”
Tears are boiling behind my eyes.
“It comes down to numbers…That’s all.”
“People used to mean more than numbers!”
“They won’t change their minds…” Chandler sighs.
“No, but they need to realize they’re not the only ones who hold power.”
In my pocket, I caress a serrated switchblade. Spinning on my heel, I head back toward the embassy.
“Robert….What are you doing?”Chandler calls out, his voice saturated with fear.
Well, I’ve returned from the complete chaos for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. I’ve been gone from WordPress for roughly two weeks, and I felt hesitant to post again. Though, with all of your support and encouragement, I decided to dive back in. Thank you so much for reading and for the wonderful comments you’ve left me. Also, please forgive me as I take a while to get caught up on all the wonderful posts I’ve missed from you!
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