Raj Chaklashiya

English

The freedom that Emmalyn and I thought we gained was short-lived. The new regime passed down a rule stating that escapees were to be captured and executed in front of the public, so we were fugitives of the state. That's when I got an idea. "Let's say we take down the regime ."

(Her POV) What did he just say? "Hm?" I asked, trying not to sound panicked at all. My hands trembled, searching for something else to say. "How? What do you mean?" My lungs stopped doing their job, making me gasp for air.

I knew I had to try to save her. I grabbed a rock and hurled it at the guard. I missed, hitting a nearby tree. The guard laughed dismissively, until a large branch, knocked loose by the rock, crashed down on him. I carried her home. Freedom and love were mine at last.

In Prison for Writing Satire: Part IV

This story is a sequel