It’s a messed up place. “NewCago – the metropolis of the golden age.” Ha – It was a great city ’til something went wrong.
What were they were thinking when they reconstituted Julius Caesar’s DNA.
Wouldnt you expect – senseless killings, women enslaved , children given as offerings? I can still see it – blood on the streets.
One night he was poisoned; the next morning the MOB came in and became the government. So we went from a crazy demigod to a bloodthirsty gang led society.
People are scared so they live in a cage. It should be called NewCage.
People know better than to go out after 6 at night, even the cops.
As the clock chimes the hour in city hall, you can hear the clang of metal clad doors being slammed shut and quadruple locked..
The fancy folks have remote timed doors that close with lead bars that drop into feet of metal lined concrete.
I remember chuckling to my Lucy, ” It’s like living in a coffin for half of your life.”
So that night I told her, “Let’s go celebrate your birthday. I have this in an emergency (I pulled out my Glock .) I’m tired of breathing stagnant air.”
If I hadn’t been so cavalier, I would be tucking her in instead of cradling her bloodied body.
“Luce, why did you block the bullet? It was meant for me, doll. You deserve to live another day. I never started living ’til I found you again.”
Problems follow me as does death. Blood seems to always end up on my hands.
A to Z participants I am enjoying today: