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Who Knows If They Will Still Be Together?
There are a few of them left. Each clinging to something so little of the ruins that was once thriving. Maybe the ones who are no longer here felt something. Maybe those are the lucky ones who have escaped. Maybe they’re still in the same dump as everyone else but in a masked environment; it just hasn’t happened in their district yet. They walk into a shelter, footsteps treading lightly on the rubble underneath. There’s presence lingering here; spirits crashing into walls unable to go back to their lifeless bodies that are on the ground. The stagnant air is familiar; ironically, it preserves everything that should be rotting away. In the distance, they can hear screams and yelling. Laughter is also heard; it’s as if they were standing on the other side of a drunken debacle but nothing’s there. Whispers echo throughout the eerie hallways as they trudge through the mess that’s left here. Several chiefs have led this population and all of them have failed. Abandonment came from the very last. He was a wolf in sheep’s clothing; he made so many false promises that the population chose to rebel. Who wanted to follow an inconsistent disreputable bastard of a man? People left forgetting others who are still here. Hopefully to better places but permanently shutting out their past. Over the years, they’ve found other misfits. Together they know what this could’ve been; a lively flourishing haven. There are a few of them left. Each clinging to something so little of the ruins that was once thriving. They close their eyes and take a deep breath. Uncertainty looms over as another Sunday passes by.
-WG
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