Alice Isn't Dead

by Joseph Fink

Everyone’s jobs are expendable, except the officer’s. That kind of violent hunger is always in demand. She could sleep a thousand years and wake up to a world that needed her.

There was a café that was only open a couple days a week but was surprisingly good. She didn’t know how they made money with a restaurant open only two days a week in the middle of nowhere. But she felt grateful for people who come to places like this and do things like this: dance, and make food for strangers. Good people deserve good things.

Having two sides to a war is convenient, you know, but it isn’t strictly necessary.”

But like all impossible tasks, it was made of a lot of small, doable actions.