3 years ago. June 13, 2020 at 8:40 PM
The line inches forward.
I wait my turn to be the lone voice in the wilderness.
The guy in front of me, he's seen some things. Injustice and callousness, clutched tight against his chest, he hoards like gold.
The selfish bastard won't share his righteousness with the likes of us.
The woman right behind me murmurs "repent," in some strange language I should not understand. Crazed fever burns behind her eyes, with the insane satisfaction of the ignored and mocked.
She grins and flecks of grounded gold hint at darker stains.
The rest, all babbling smugness.
Me? I wait my turn, but really, I got nothing.
