Martial


We had built up a sizable bond-fire.
Everyone was laughing, talking and drinking.
Then a light from high in the sky flashed on.
It exposes the revelers in its massive illumination.
All activities cease, as faces turned skyward towards the accompanying heavy thumping.
A helicopter and several M-RAPS, whose doors bang shut with echoes.
“You’re not supposed to be out of your houses!”
An authoritative voice booms across a public address system.
In terror and fear, my neighbors scatter, each running for the safety of home.
Left alone, I quickly find myself at gun point, face-down in my own backyard.

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