Revolution
The sunrise came and he was where he had been only 24 hours before: waiting helplessly for defeat. He fingered his empty weapon wondering how long it would take before the sunrise showed him to the world and death found him.
His hands shook and he was sweating in cold. He moaned, “There’s no one left.”
A voice replied, “I am still here. Your victory was inevitable.”
“Then how did we lose?” he asked.
The voice whispered, “You didn’t accept it when you won,” and was silent.
A few hours later they found him smiling in the sunlight, disarmed, victorious.
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1 word title, 100 word story. Not very good, except as practice.
love,
luke
His hands shook and he was sweating in cold. He moaned, “There’s no one left.”
A voice replied, “I am still here. Your victory was inevitable.”
“Then how did we lose?” he asked.
The voice whispered, “You didn’t accept it when you won,” and was silent.
A few hours later they found him smiling in the sunlight, disarmed, victorious.
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1 word title, 100 word story. Not very good, except as practice.
love,
luke