January 26th, 2007


The Allegory of the City

Flow, Delicate, Cold - prompt by buhfly. Barely proofread, please point out any glaring errors. Thanks.

The Allegory of the City

Gabriel Laurent often forgot how lucky he was to be who he was. While Holy War raged on the American mainland, he watched it from atop his tropical castle on the island of San Baptiste, his television screen filtering the flow of bloody images. The coloured reflections danced on the darkened marble floor of his living room, and the light show it created when combined with the lights of the city below entranced the young man. He stood, watching as people died for a faith he'd never believed in. He couldn't quite understand what could drive people to such extremes.

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