She lay waiting in the cold of the prison cell, a dripping the only sound.
Still reeling from the last force-feeding attempt a grim determination formed inside, readying her for the next one.
She ran through everything that had happened in the time leading up to this in her mind: the rough handling at the protests, the rocks through windows, the day chained to railings...
She thought also of Emily, lost under the King’s horse...
She knew she might not survive, might not ever vote herself.
“It matters not,” she thought to herself, “We have a duty to the future.”
Written for the 100 Word Challenge on Thin Spiral Notebook; the prompt was the word Duty.
Still reeling from the last force-feeding attempt a grim determination formed inside, readying her for the next one.
She ran through everything that had happened in the time leading up to this in her mind: the rough handling at the protests, the rocks through windows, the day chained to railings...
She thought also of Emily, lost under the King’s horse...
She knew she might not survive, might not ever vote herself.
“It matters not,” she thought to herself, “We have a duty to the future.”
Written for the 100 Word Challenge on Thin Spiral Notebook; the prompt was the word Duty.
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