Fiction: Group 3
“I didn’t. The bodies found in the river belonged to those who disagreed with you. Look at the
stains of your hands. You thought I died, didn’t you, Father? You know who died? Mother. And all of
those other people you ordered to be killed.” His emotionless voice shook the ground as his eyes of glass
took their toll on the man standing in front of them. “Your selfishness took away Mother. You took away
my everything!”
Zhang was kicked to the ground as a newspaper was flung down in front of him. Oh God. It was
her. The woman who he onced loved, but pushed away…. He never wanted to see her again since the
night when he held a knife to her throat for the final time. Oh, her eyes, those wistful eyes, telling him to
accept the fruit he sowed… He fell to the ground. The weight of her accusations pained him too much….
Leave.
The young man raised his baton. Note of cessation. Bow. Silence.
