Written in response to the Drabble Challenge - key word -Graveyard
I've lost friends and colleagues over the years. Shedding those who don't share my beliefs.
I've sent numerous men, aye, and women to their deaths. I've no wife or family to mourn me when my time comes. Just a drive; an obsession some would say. My agents; they think me unfeeling, a complete bastard no doubt. Feelings are a luxury I canít afford.
But nobody is indispensable; nobody lives forever. Who comes after me? What happens when I am gone? Who can I trust to say this far and no further and to hold the line against the creeping anarchy?
© Sue Tier September 2006