#VisDare 83: TENACIOUS #WW

I see you, tired, bruised, your heart beating the retreat, and that ugly bunch of assassins running after you, tracking you down through the darkest corners of the city.

I see the faces of hate, I sense your anguish, and also your indomitable rage to survive.

You hear the heavy boots on the concrete of the deserted lane, their bestial shouts, already their cries of victory.

Little do they know the outcome, the expertly thrown pair of hand grenades that exploded just at the right time, in the midst of the thugs, mincing them all to sad fragments.

But I know, since I am you, and I survived…