"Hate is a poison."
She remembered the moment she'd decided to run for Sheriff.
As was her way, it was on impulse.
Sarek had done his vile work and in the hour after they were picking a replacement.
They'd chosen Gwen. Kind Gwen. A fine choice. Then, Jahran spoke. He wished to run too.
"You cannot run Jahran. You'll split the vote."
Thud.
"Ormag will win if you do that."
Thud.
"You can't let that happen."
Thud.
"I will run too" Sirica said.
No one should suffer as Jahran had in those moments.
Not alone.
--
It had been bitter, since her victory. She knew it would be.
There was a way of doing things. There were norms.
She did not care for them.
They had been extreme, in reaction. More so than she expected.
Still, she persisted. Optimistic. Faithful. Doing what felt right, for its own sake.
This day had been different.
This day the venom didn't drain, as before.
This day it hurt.
She slept, and dreamt of nothing.
As was her way, it was on impulse.
Sarek had done his vile work and in the hour after they were picking a replacement.
They'd chosen Gwen. Kind Gwen. A fine choice. Then, Jahran spoke. He wished to run too.
"You cannot run Jahran. You'll split the vote."
Thud.
"Ormag will win if you do that."
Thud.
"You can't let that happen."
Thud.
"I will run too" Sirica said.
No one should suffer as Jahran had in those moments.
Not alone.
--
It had been bitter, since her victory. She knew it would be.
There was a way of doing things. There were norms.
She did not care for them.
They had been extreme, in reaction. More so than she expected.
Still, she persisted. Optimistic. Faithful. Doing what felt right, for its own sake.
This day had been different.
This day the venom didn't drain, as before.
This day it hurt.
She slept, and dreamt of nothing.