100WCGU – Week#175 …but shall we close the borders…
“To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.” Elie Wiesel
Jason reached for his wife. The bed was cold and empty. He hurried down the stairs, sniffing the air for the coffee Sarah would have waiting. No coffee? He shivered. “Honey?”
He stepped into the dark kitchen and reality grabbed him around the throat. Shaking, he sank into a chair. How could dinner turn into such terror?
He didn’t want to watch news coverage of the attacks, but he needed to.
His anger grew as he listened to the reporter defend and lecture … but, shall we close the borders?
Where was the outrage, compassion, and sympathy for the victims?
Who would speak for them?
“I will, Sarah,” he said, his anger turning to tears. “I will.”