THERE WILL BE HOPE

     Running. Hard. Breathing heavy. Feet pounding. Sweat dripping. Muscles straining. The hard surface jarring his joints as he hurtles onwards. Round another corner. No time to look back. Need to stop. Hide. Somewhere.      Blood. Blood on the streets. Blood on his clothes. Death. He survives. He runs. Escape. In the future … Continue reading THERE WILL BE HOPE