Tell A Tale in 500 Words

All of Us By Ross Hajowyj

“You can't think it will be different when she's in charge, can you?” The woman sitting by the window scoffed, tracing the rusty, old bars with her fingers.

“What's our other option?” The man replied from the corner of the cell.

“Such a lack of imagination.” She gave a bar a tug, pulling it loose. “You're really quite the bore.”

“Would you stop toying with me?” He frowned and climbed to his feet. “Just spit it out.”

“I'll let you know.” She slid through the bars and out of the window, beginning her descent to the ground below.

“You're kidding me.” He ran to the window and watched as the woman fled from the area.

Evelyn could only imagine the look on the man's face as she took off down the street and away from the holding cells. She had caused quite a scene, alerting a small group of guards who began their pursuit.

She sprinted across the road narrowly missing a speeding van making the driver beep his horn angrily but Evelyn paid it no mind.

Suddenly, a deafening bang pierced the air and Evelyn risked a glance over her shoulder. She immediately realised the guards had armed themselves with pistols and they were aiming to kill. They fired again, this time piercing her shoulder making her cry out in pain. Another bang and a flash of pain then she hit the floor and blacked out.

When she eventually came to she was met with the familiar face of an older blonde woman.

“Hello, Kim.” She said sitting up on the mattress she'd been placed on while unconscious.

“How're you feeling?” Kim asked.

“I've been better.” Evelyn muttered. “Being shot is unpleasant.”

“Yes, I can imagine.” She replied. “You were lucky.”

“How's that? I was shot.” She rubbed her shoulder and winced.

“You're alive, aren't you?”

“Excellent.”

“Your ego will mend.” A voice came from the doorway.

“Kim, you'll have to introduce us. I don't believe we've met.” Said Evelyn.

“Introductions can wait.” The man said. “Kim, a word?”

“Rest Evelyn, we'll speak later.” She got to her feet. “Of course, Rylan.”

The two of them left the room leaving Evelyn to her thoughts. She examined her surroundings and realised she wasn't alone. The room was filled with mattresses and blankets where people were either sleeping or sitting in silence.

“This revolution is about more than you.”

“Louise.” She smirked. “How nice to see you again.”

“If we want change it has to be from all of us for all of us.” Louise said, sitting beside her. “That's how we make a difference.”

“I know that.” Evelyn sighed.

“I don't believe you.” She replied. “You're only here for yourself.”

“How dare you.” She hissed. “I've been out there risking my life for you people.”

“That stupid crusade of yours doesn't benefit us and you know it.”

Before Evelyn could argue back a crowd quickly gathered behind them around one of the mattresses.

“Is he breathing?” Someone said.

“He's dead.”


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