Flashlight

by Susan Choi

Sometimes, the unjustly downtrodden took up arms and fierce miens, but equally often they turned the other cheek, studied harder, camouflaged themselves ever more behind obedience and merit and bided their time, believing against all evidence that the future would bring something better, for them if for nobody else.

He seemed willing to embrace anything. Was this because he was empty, a ravenous void, or because he was full?