Write One Page Per Day – 280/365 – October 7, 2018

Graceful Goodbyes


“Come with me, Henry,” Grace said as she threw her bag into the boat. “She doesn’t understand you the way I do.”

“I can’t go with you, Grace,” I replied, “I do love you, but I love Gwen too. She and I have been through so much over the last ten years. She is the stability I need for this crazy world.”

“You don’t need stability, you need freedom, Henry,” Grace pleaded, “You need to come and take all those rich assholes down with me. They deserve to die, every one of them, and you know it.”

“I don’t disagree. I just think that there are better ways to go about facilitating change in the world than to start over. If we kill them all, the world plummets into chaos and darkness again. We have to be more targeted and controlled. They can’t be brought down too fast, or the rest of the world will suffer for it.”

“You know, I almost believe that,” Grace said, “but the problem is that they are the ones teaching each replacement that this is how it’s done, and the never-ending cycle of indentured servitude continues. Something has to be done about it.”

“Something is being done about it,” I said leaning against a pillar, “Every time one of them gets replaced, there is a chance that the new one will go against the status quo that is the elite in this country. It’s only a matter of time until we can get enough decent people in place to make a difference.”

“Worthless ideas for broken causes, Henry,” Grace said as she stepped into the boat. “I just hope that you and Gwen don’t get in my way again. I need to do this, and I will see it through to the end. I’m starting at the top and working my way down.”

“What’s that mean?” I asked.

“I’m going to kill the President,” He replied as the engine flared to life. “I love you, Henry, I always will. Good-bye.”

I stood on the dock and watched the boat get further away as she headed south. I felt a longing to suddenly be on the boat with her so I could help her in her mission, but it was too much. I knew that. Gwen would agree that it wasn’t the government we needed to deal with, it was the companies that lined his pockets and kept him off the right path.

“Hey!” A guy screamed as he ran down the dock, “Someone’s stealing my boat!”

I shook my head and walked back up, passing the guy as he continued shouting for the boat as it disappeared around a point.

The news tomorrow is going to be interesting to read, I thought.


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