Monday, May 25, 2009

Administering a Form of Justice (2)

The door was flung open with the intention of coercing those hands into exposing the tearful eyes, however, it was met by a stance of rebellion.

The eyes resembled dehydrated amber fossils, devoid of misery, repelling every bout of humiliation. The aggressor's serenity dwindled, and he returned to reciting idioms and proverbs he had discarded during the years.

But there was no solace for a traitor who upheld democracy as a dictatorial system to accommodate a decadent majority.

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