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Mourning the Wrong Man
“... and then you push the shovel down with your foot nicely into the snow, lift and throw,” said Dmitry, illustrating the steps involved in digging a grave in the snow.Aisha shuddered as she glanced at the motionless body fifty feet away. She wondered whether it belonged to a man or a woman, old or young. It was hard to tell with the many layers of winter clothing, the gloves and the cap.“Let me dig for a little while,” she said to avoid thinking about the task she was involved in.“Okay, here you go.”Dmitry handed the shovel to Aisha and sat down on the snow nearby, breathing heavily.“The man...
Two Seconds
"We have plenty of time.""Time isn't the problem.""It never is."The world hung silent around them, Agents Aleph-6 and -14、 Between them, an upturned manhole cover held a tangle of multicoloured cables around a digital display on a steel case. Aleph-14 blocked the light from the street lights, but the beamwww.onedoor.ccs of a black London cab struck the device from just a few car lengths away, casting a web of shadows through the cables and over the road beyond.A confused crowd watched silently around them. Although the agents shared thoughts as easily as speech, the crowd had no idea who the agents were, an...
This is how far I could walk
I wonder if I had tears to shed, would they be falling now? Or is the point of tears long passed. When they bring in the new captives, I scan their faces to record biometric data. I help out where I can. Most are young and male, only three females in this batch, no children. At least that’s a mercy. Only the youngest children are absorbed into the shelter, the older ones are treated no different from the adults. The humans proceeding before me are not healthy. They are dangerously dehydrated, of course, and that results into a sum of conditions: their skin is yellow and patchy, their hair frai...
Slathered in BBQ Sauce
The day was bright and sunny, like every day was the past week. Jamie stretched as she got up from the small wooden table near the kitchen. She looked around the cabin, noticing details that she didn’t realize when she first came. To be fair, she celebrated her first night at the cabin by drinking herself silly, so she doesn’t remember much. The cabin was small and quite cozy. Built like a large studio, the bed occupied a small nook in the far right, with the cabin’s only bathroom located about two steps from the bed. The kitchen was on the far left and consisted of a small stove, a single-doo...