Apocalyptic Thought

Photo by  Timothy Eberly  on  Unsplash She’s surrounded. Her initial plan was not quite like this. It was taking on one, or two of them, but four swords point at her, waiting for the first move to be made. There’s always an opening, just she has to wait for the right moment for it to appear. She could always create one, giving in for just a moment, but that maybe the riskiest more she can make. “Last chance.” Could she risk it? She might be able to take them, even if the odds are against her. She would have to move quick. “I’ll think about it.” “Too late.” The first man stabs, slower than she imagined. She gets the break she was hoping for. The opening reveals itself, and she enters the man’s space at a speed he wasn’t ready for. He reacts too late, swinging in desperation. Red bursts from his neck, and his hands drops. His body follows, and she already wipes her dagger clean with the back of his tunic. The rest of the men watch, unsure of what they sa

Photo by  Wadi Lissa  on  Unsplash I ran for blocks. She’s the heaviest thing I ever carried. Cold, scared, crying…my little sister was going to die if I didn’t do anything. I’ve tried carrying her in my arms, which didn’t let me move as fast I wanted to. I stopped, and heaved her on one shoulder, but she kept making this gulping sound that made everything sound worst. I couldn’t think of how to carry her with the wound, because she won’t make it if we stay here. I settle for laying her behind my neck. The streets were empty. Typically, whenever a shot is fired, everybody clears out. Nobody wants trouble and nobody wants the blame of who was shot and what was hit. I figure I have a little leeway because I’m trying to be responsible. Fourteen years old, and I’m the only one being accountable My dad blames the government. My mom blames people who look like us. I blame myself. I should have convinced my sister to hurry up. She had new chalk she wanted to try out. She