I decided to take a break from politics and current events this week and focus more on creativity. Below is a fictional short story that I wrote about introspection. I hope you enjoy.
I can still feel the piercing cold and hear the howling wind.
I stood there paralyzed and dumbfounded. How could someone who looked like me treat me like a degenerate? We may have had different skin complexions, but he looked like me. He may have been a little taller, but I looked like him. I may have been 20 years younger, but we looked like each other. Yet, I can still see the wicked contortions on his face when he snapped my spinal cord with his words.