Horst held the pistol to the lady anchor’s head.
“You are to read this the moment the cameras come on. Read it precisely, with no deviations.”
The lady anchor wore excessive makeup, her hair sprayed stiffly as though being blown by the wind.
She looked different than on television.
Older.
Moved by sudden pity, I called to her. “Our goals are peaceful, but our message is being suppressed. We are all citizens together. Do as we ask and no harm will befall you.”
She glanced up, pale, quivering.
Horst backed out of camera view, pistol steady on her.
“Remember,” he said.
I like the middle section where you raise the possibility that these could be the good guys… I guess which will depend on what happens next.
You capture that desperation for truth, that sense of freedom being at stake.
Freedom for all–yeah, I don’t think that was a good-guy slogan in Nazi Germany. It was true only if you agreed with them and marched to their drum. If not, you were sent to a place where “Arbeit Macht Frei.” Work makes freedom. Worked to death and destroyed, so I guess you were freed from life.
If they are the good guys it’s a shame they need to go to such extreme measures to get heard.
My story!