The current weekly challenge is on the topic “Asylum“. As always, you can read my entry below, and hear it alone here. You can read the rest of the entries (and hear them) at 100 Word Stories and vote for your favorites!
I slam against the gate of the American embassy. The Marines watch, ordered to keep the gate closed. I plead, beg, but they raise their M16s at me… and at the policemen chasing me. One pursuer, groaning, loses a rotting finger.
I recognize the female Marine. I had begged her for safety for my merely political crimes, back when the police just wanted to torture my flesh.
She slides a revolver with a single bullet through the bars. A tear slips down her dusty, expressionless face. The hungry police shamble down the street. I salute her and raise the pistol.