Arroyo

The desiccate landscape beheld pulchritude, though its captives felt differently. There was naught but pure abhorrence reflecting off of the czar's heart.

"When will it be over Mommy?" a young boy beseeched as he trudged along with the rest of the mourning citizens.

It had been three, insidious weeks since the painful inauguration. Living in a city with less than one thousand adults has its ups and downs. For example, the scenic landscape is always a rewarding way to end a dragging day in the desert. Though, our rural population will allow any person who stands for gun rights be mayor. They didn't muse much when they voted for HIM.

HE smuggled civilians behind the liquor store and tormented them. The boy witnessing the miserable acts and grimaced. He accepted that he was next; the youth was no more than a toddler. His mother's hand departed from his as she was taken away.

No one could spot or hear the mother's holler, for it was fifty miles to the nearest village.

The boy stood there, jaw dropped, and tears jetting down his morose visage.

No one would be able to hear in the arroyo.

All because of HIM.