They were the lost, the dammed, the haunted and the useless. Souls that had been corrupted and rotten alive, only to wander among the living as broken proxies of greed, lust and want. They knew only their appetites, and care for little else, not even the dead they step over to satisfy. And as I stand before the swarm, I can only clear my weapon, and pray that should I fall here that there isn’t enough left of me to join their ranks.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of Congress, I stand before you today, proud of my title as representative of the people, something all of you seem to have forgotten…”
I hate politics, I really do. Triple so during election years. But as I watch the ads banter back and forth, I start to think of ways to make things better once again. And how it is my responsibility as an American citizen to try and do so. And that idea might just inspire me to run for office myself one day, and forge my own trail.
This is my entry for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction by Lillie McFerrin.
I hope you all enjoy!