"Two governments." Mom hums, demonstrating it with her hands. Her face glows red, faintly illuminated from the flame crackling beside her. "You know the funny thing about governments? They both clame to be good, and usually, neither are telling the truth. That was this case." Mom whispers, opening her fists two show two objects cradles softly in her hands.
In one hand a coal, staining the palm of her hand black. In the other hand a flower, petals crisp and pristine. Softly she places her hands together, closing the objects in one hand before she opens it again. In one hand now still sits coal and flower. Except the flower is now black and crushed, the petals limp against her palm. The coal is covered in pollen, yellow dusting the black surface.
"They can coexist, but never purely." My mother whispers, tucking the limp flower behind my ear.
"That us our government." Mom tells. "They put on shows, tell us who is controlling our world. But there's always the shadows covering the wings, hiding the crew who does the true work. They pull the strings, controlling the set. The Crim and the Salvio, they control this country Pennie. Never forget that."
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Space Egg
AksiWhen she would walk down the street in the dead of night Elfy would look to the sky, and stare at the stars. It would ease the boredom. She would count the stars, one by one, one by one, one by one. Until she would trip on a rock and scrape her knee...
