Chanting, fists raised, they surge against batons and riot shields. Amid the vulgar masses, sans his standard-issue badge and uniform, he feels giddy, buoyant, smiling in spite of streaming eyes, mace searing corneas. *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Week Seventeen Writing Challenge. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor Obscura Writes, 2011-2012. All Rights [...]
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