He slipped the pellet of poison back into the small breast pocket of his grubby waistcoat. It had been the third time he had held it in his hand and looked at it since he had found it on the floor.  It was probably inevitable that he’d swallow it down at some time, the question was when. If he delayed, the risk of it being found on him was greater. They’d be coming soon and he’d need to decide; a quick, certain death or the prolonged agony of the unknown. First they took those who wouldn’t be missed. Vagrants, prostitutes, the confused. Everyone applauded; after all, it was for their own good. They could be fed, housed, cared for.  It was our moral obligation to create a better world for everyone, including them. Then came the initiatives to afford everyone the same rights as those who already had it all;… View Post