Fiction: Group 4
Reality Two:
As you rounded the corner, your right hand moved from Sugar’s waist to the bike, gripping it so
you don’t slide off, the bag still hugged to your side. You pulled up to the building, hopping off the bike.
“Thanks again, oh and sorry for all the trouble.” You grinned and scratched the back of your head,
bag securely in your other hand.
“No problem, call me if you need me.” You watched as she drove off into the night, still being
able to hear the engine after she had disappeared from sight.
“Took you long enough.” Cecilia said, staring out from her large window eighteen stories up.
“Got caught up.”
“I saw, all of it. And as I predicted…” She takes the bag from you, scanning its contents. “You
arrived with these illegal parts.”
You could only stare in confusion at the gun parts.
“I saw it all, how two simple tasks became so complicated, working in different people’s favors.”
She said, pointing to a sad, ragged looking man by the river bridge, a destroyed bag flowing down the river.
“It clearly didn’t work in his favor.” She continued to purr. “But it did work in ours.” She mused,
pushing the bag towards you, nodding her head to her shelf, her collection. “Put it there, then we can adjust
to these…changes.”
Two different sides of the city, two different people, two different lives, two different stories, two
very
different realities. But when they cross over, remarkable events take place, with very different outcomes
than first expected. Some are easier, some aren’t.
Now, the question is, which reality do you choose?
