RING! RING! RING!
The door crashed open and Candace was there gathering her clothes and smiling with suspicious pride.
Candace: Are you ready?
The Boy: What did you do?
Candace: I pulled the alarm! WE have to exit with everyone else. Don't you see?
RING! RING! RING!
She had her belongings balled up in one arm and the bullhorn in the other.
The Boy: You can't take that stuff with you Candace!
The Boy made sense but Candace still didn't want to let go. Her soul was tied to that bullhorn.
RING! RING! RING!
The Boy: Just leave it and I"ll get them later.
She dropped her belongings and She ran out the room. She led the Boy back to the service elevator which was propped open with a mop bucket. Other patrons were filling the halls and heading for the guests elevators. The door was closing when an older couple approached the service elevator.
Older Couple: Please hold the door.
Candace: There are plenty of windows you 'phukken' fascists!
The Boy only shrugged as the shock on the Older Couple's face searched His own for meaning. The elevator stopped on the floor of the lobby and dumped them out in the back of some unused conference room.
RING! RING! RING!
The Boy: Follow me.
They crossed the room and paused for a second at the door.
Candace: What's the matter?
The Boy: I work here...
Candace: Well this is where fate shows you what grief and glory gives you when you refuse to roll the dice.
The Boy: What?
Candace: If you're seen then you're fired and you're free. But if you're not seen then you can return here and never forget what you were apart of tonight. That may be more than one heart can bare and you might end up quitting anyway. Either way you can't end an adventure where it starts. Do you understand?
She was right. Just hours ago the Boy left the hotel in hopes of something exciting and it couldn't end with Him hiding in a room in that very same hotel.
The Boy: Yes
RING! RING! RING!
With stealth and bravery the Boy led His Flower into the stream of bodies exiting the Hotel. He tried to shield His face from any staff that might recognize Him but no one was paying them any attention. And for the second time that day the Boy left the safety of His normal life and ventured out into the battle ground but this time He wasn't alone...
Swashed with fear, the Bankers left their $200 a night rooms
And congregated outside in angry huddles like grievers at tombs
Unaware of the Impostors slithering among them, all prim and polite
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THE RIOTERS (memoir edition)
Short StoryThis is a short story\poem about a male who finds a female in the middle of a volatile protest. He hadn't been exposed to real world problems yet and She was lost in them. He needed Her so He could grow up and She needed him to remind her that Sh...
