We are Cult: The Trigger

That day, I went to work with an unpleasant feeling. Could it be the drinks that I had at the pub yesterday, or the fact that I didn’t get any sleep following the late night riots… me witnessing that teenage boy being ruthlessly shot by those cops. Did I sleep or didn’t I? I really can’t tell the difference. I recall how I walked to the bathroom and splashed some water on my face, after my alarm clock went off. The water was still warm as it flowed out of the overheated pipes running through the city, underneath the streets and the sidewalks which are scorched by sun rays on a daily basis throughout the whole summertime. I quickly dressed up in my working outfit just like every regular morning, only difference is, this one felt a bit different. I stood outside the door step of my building and stared at the corner across the street. A kid bearing a school backpack was walking away with his mom, while at the same time a buzzing sound slowly approaching them, echoed from up in the sky. The little boy pointed his finger to one of those surveillance drones, as the shiny machinery attempted a fly over through our neighborhood, while scanning at people’s faces. “Look mom, it’s a small helicopter!”, the toddler yelled in excitement. “Aaron stop looking at that thing, your eyes on the ground and keep moving”, she responded. The mom was practically pulling her son from the hand at that point, as the boy kept waving goodbye to the flying robot, which levitated there for a moment, to analyze the threat level from data accrued during the unexpected interaction with the ignorant youngster. <a href="https://mw3j.medium.com/we-are-cult-the-trigger-b55556cb5f0">Visit Now</a>