She looked up. The reflection of the American flag stained her dry eyes. They were eyes where patriotism had died a bloody death; eyes that should have been brimming with tears at the sight that met their gaze. She was born into a generation where tabloid magazines held more value than the honour of ones country. It was the same country where political infidelity was once the equivalent of religious blasphemy. Not anymore. Maybe not ever. Maybe politics never mattered. Maybe she was wrong. Thick makeup lined her eyes, smeared at odd angles from wiping away sweat from the heat. The youth of the nation did this; they killed liberty; they rendered the struggle for freedom futile. Her heart melted with pleasure at the sight before her. Was she a criminal or a patriot? Like so many other things, it did not matter. This was her brief but bittersweet victory.I made an explicit effort to post this at 11:11 but I missed it. x_____x
(img src: ACLU/American Civil Liberties Union, 1920 - Present.)
3 comments:
it's fascinating how you explain so much with so little material. I especially like the allusions about the wars. good job.
nice eye u're really into the whole election thing eh
Lovin' the pic...wish my eye looked that hot...on a serious note well done;good job
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