Power

Avatar Author: Amaris Wolfe I'm just walking in circles to find my way home. Read Bio

He stood in the street, quivering with rage, forgotten papers in his hands.

They stood around him, drawn to this spot by the same phenomenon as he, by the music and the anger. Pens, phones, keys, leashes for pets dangled limply from their fingertips as they gazed to the top of this object, this intrusion on their lives.

You are being used, it read. You are being lied to.

Where it came from, they did not know. Its purpose, too, was baffling.

What did it mean? They lived their lives by the safe rulings of their leader. Why would their government lie?

He understood what the masses did not. Power. That was the reason.

Power was the reason for everything.

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  1. Avatar Tina Murphy

    Nice! Liked the “leashes for pets dangled limply from their fingertips” I hope NEVER to live by Safe Rulings of my leader…
    Thanks!

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