Dawn
A new hope emerges?
“Dawn of a new era…. time for the whole nation to come together…” Who was he kidding? He would never get us out of this fix with his worn-out platitudes. What we needed was real leadership, bold leadership, decisive leadership. All night long I listened to him refining his speech down the hall, for all the good it would do him. Then, just before daybreak, the muffled CRACK-CRACK I was waiting for, quickly followed by a hail of automatic fire. A pause, before the Secret Service man came bursting through the door.
“Mr Vice President, Sir! It’s the President…”
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Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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What a gripping quick resolution! Was it a part of something bigger?
😲 Oh my! Great job weaving this story in such confined space. Well done!
Masterful drabble! An entire story, with emotion, action, and results in one hundred words. Well done!