denney wiegs

Our Secret War

We had been fighting the war in secret for years, most without knowing it. Every day was a new hate-filled headline, stories designed to make us fear our own backyards. We were entrenched in a daily rhythm of pitting ourselves against anyone who was different. Our society was a flammable husk thrown to the wind: each passing day was a damp match struck against fate, waiting for it to catch.