Thursday, February 26, 2015

Eye See You: Luke pt. 10

She stood on a bridge, looking down at the train yard.  She didn’t look at us as we approached. 

“I’m not letting whatever is sending those messages decided how I die.” 

She was swaying, her belly bumping into the thick stone of the railing. 

We rush forward, she leans forward, we freeze and she stops. 

“We can fight this.” 

“How?” 

I don’t know.  Randy doesn’t know. 

“We can find a way.” Randy takes a tentative step forward. “We can ask Dave to help us.” 

She looks at us. 

“No one can help us.  We are helpless.  We are hopeless.” 

She looks down at the tracks below.  A gust of cold wind blasts her hair back, sprinkling her tears through the air. 

She sighs. 


“We. Are. Fucked.”

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