A body of work. That’s all I have at the end. All of it in the past. What will the future hold?

I gave everything, at the expense of family and friends and love and finally, life. All to achieve the goal. The goal set by my leader. Did I do it for my country? Or for him alone? Or for myself? Pride, a deadly sin. I see that now. I will be remembered in the history books. I will be there, alongside my leader. History will judge me. Call it what you will: Nuclear fusion is the scientific term; others call it the Doomsday Device; or Armageddon; or The Destroyer of Worlds. It will bring death. Their bodies will burn.

History tells us it happened once before. They built it to end a war. Then they destroyed them all and banned them and eventually they forgot. Not anymore. My body of work will start a war. It will ignite the world. My leader will rule them, or they will die. This is the future for the human race.

I only wish I could be there to see it. Long live the revolution, long live the leader.

Written for #FOWC, hosted by Fandango on his blog This, That and the Other. Today’s prompt word was: Body. Click on the link to read contributions from other writers.


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