Rest Stop

by Nat Cassidy

We’re all in this mess together. Things like religion, like nationalities, are just trivia. We’re all just bugs against the windshield of time, right?

When evil comes, Abraham, it does not wear a mask. It looks as plain as day.

But what’s the point of surviving if he sacrifices his damned humanity to do it?

We’re all just biding our time before we break, aren’t we? This is just the rest stop.