Inevitable?   by Lucy Hubbard

I am content. Pleased, almost. I have done what was necessary, and feel the hollow satisfaction and conceit of achievement. But . . . no, donít think about it like that. You know what would have happened if you hadnít intervened. You did the right thing.

The screaming reaches into my very being and wretches whatever shred of compassion remains. Did they really deserve this? Dust-ridden smoke around me clears, and the painful, piercing screaming is replaced by gentle wails of affliction and inevitability.

It will happen. Inevitability is unavoidable. You did the right thing. You did the right thing.