Paula's Prompt

Despite everything that is happening, the remarkable @PTWyant still came up with a prompt this Wednesday. To see it, go to ptwyant.com. 

Here is my first response. 

She regretted going down to the basement. It was dark. It was cold. It was lonely. The creatures that dwelt down there would rip her throat out, drink her blood, or do any number of horrible things to her. 

The monsters in the basement were still better than the creatures living above. 

Once, she’d truly believed the above dwellers were good. That they believed in freedom and equality. However, they used their national flag, made up of the colors of the differing races which made up their country as a tool of oppression. As a symbol of elitism. 

And what was their reason for choosing leaders, who chose to corrupt the meaning of the flag in the way they did?

“Everyone is voting for him,” another student had said in a long ago class, when she tried attending one of their schools. “If you think our people are smart, choose him as your leader.”

That’s your only reason? she thought. You’re choosing this leader, simply because everyone else is? It couldn’t be only thing which drew people to that candidate. However, it was the only reason many of the surface dwellers needed. 

This terrified her more than any monster did. 

This was why she was headed down to the basement. Where the zombies, ghosts, vampires, and other killer monsters awaited. 

At least she could understand them.