Scattered, Smothered, & Covered

WIP: “Who She Used to Be”

“What you said that day in front of the firing squad.”

I think sarcastically, He must like how hard I work. I say impassively, “It don’t matter so long as he pays me.”

“You should all be disillusioned and motivated. It’s time for change!”

They asked Umberto for his final words, but didn’t wait for him to say them.

May the Gods of the Sahara forever bless the inventor of the Voice Relay Arc Transmitter, but could she have made it indestructible?

And now… Now there is nothing.

“That’s not your blood then?”

She looked, as though aware of it for the first time, at the blood and gore on the front of her shirt. “Nope, it ain’t.”