My Forbidden Love
Author's Note:
The story of an
illicit love or dire desire for the unforbidden. Guess we would never know
until you have read it. Then make me a cup of coffee before we discuss.
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The crowd is
getting restless and I am afraid they will move in on us soon. It has been ten
hours now on the standoff, and the sun is at its apex now. We got the call to
get here past midnight and we grouped in the early morning. Our protective
gears in place and our weapons are armed for any untoward aggression. I peeked
over the barricades to see the crowd not more than a short run ahead.
There was probably
a few hundred within my sight but I can’t see around the corners and hidden
paths. I can see they are equally armed and won’t hesitate to take us down. We
are after all the perverse version of them; the guilty and the oppressor. It
all started only days ago when the system said to remove their benefits which
they loved due to abuse and overspending. But the reaction was ‘we been
sidelined to die’.
That was the cry
for their hope.
But that was not the reason
for the cry. There are other avenues to them but they see only one; the
‘benefit of that love’. They see not all the other forms of love being given
but the one item in the long list of their love list. It's hopeless to reason
with them when they see things so narrow. The negotiations broke down and the
clashes started.
So here we are;
the riot squad now to quell their desire for their love on our perverse form of
justice.
‘Bent, do you
think they will be here?’
‘Jim, they are
here. So now we wait for the call. I hope they see us as them too. We are
deprived of the same love as everyone. It's just being declared forbidden. We
can accept it but can't they?’
‘But they took it
more further than us. We are helping the ones who took it away from the ones who
need it. So do you think we are doing it right?’
‘Jim, the rules of
the order says we follow orders. And we have to do that.’
‘Even against our
only hope of love.’
I looked at Jim
and see the doubtful looks on his face. He is thinking and that is bad in this
situation. I motioned to the other officer, to take him from the line. But the
other officer stood his ground. I looked around and see all of them are having
the same thoughts.
I stood out from
the line and faced my men.
‘We are here to
protect the system. We are here to protect people from harm. We are the force
of good. If you do not see that in your hope, then you have failed in the duty
to the system and the people.’
‘But that’s our
people there. And their hope is ours too. We can’t stop them from fighting what
is our hope too.
It was then the
bullet hit my undefended back where the kevlar does not cover. The bullet
penetrates my flesh and hit my arteries to my heart to exit at my chest. I fell
on my knees clutching my kevlar cover to hold the pain in.
I could see Jim
running towards and he then held me up. I know I am going to die soon. I only
hope I died doing the right thing.
‘Jim, it's only
love of sugar. We will all get over it soon; the sugar deprivation or needs.
Why can’t you all see the hope-less acts of theirs and yours? Do you know what
your body needs? I guess not.....’
( Dedicated to the
sugar craving society of today. )
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