He slumped over his desk, dusk creeping upon him like a stealthy thief. His head was filled with a buzzing which threatened to overpower him as the computer screen began to blur, like a foggy windscreen with limited visibility.
He glared at the birds chirping outside as each chirp was like an absurd stab of unwarranted joy at this time of deep distress.
It had been an hour since he had received the news and still he could not bring himself to move away from the damning screen.
He recalled the wide-eyed, cauterizing feeling of helplessness as a young child lost in the mall, and reflected that it was not unlike the feeling he was experiencing now. His hair lay tousled from him carving new swathes as he ran his hands through his hair repetitively, for lack of anything concrete to do. He realized that he was in the premature stages of sudden shock.
Well-intentioned with a desire for justice.
Capitalizing on the stoic image of past warriors.
It was all an excuse. A ragged, flimsy screen which masked core tenets of intolerance. Sweetly dripping poisonous, honeyed words.
You were no-one, he scoffed.
They had been drawn from a cesspool of ignorance and blind hate; ears closed and eyes shut as they blindly searched for a purpose in the world. Unfortunate by-products of socio-economic failure who wished for instant recognition; whose beliefs operated on binaries where there was no leeway for discussion.
The figure in the cage looked at the individuals who stood before him in unyielding rows like sheep in soldier’s uniform; faces obscured to hide the fact that at some inherent level they knew that what they were doing was wrong.
One knelt down to light the stream of petrol.
Young, fragmented minds who had eagerly turned towards authority, disillusioned with a self-inflicted unfulfilling life.
The fire raced towards the cage.
A hideous, sickening shriek.
He turned away from the screen.