LJ Idol - Week 4- Figure of Speech
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fausts_dreamThey say the squeaky wheel gets the grease
He had squeaked enough for many wheels. And at the wrong times.
It was "my decision",but really my orders were from El Jefe himself. I knew what had to be done, what chaos could happen if someone were to agitate during the distribution of food.
It had happened at other camps. But I had tried to be kind, and did not siphon off nearly so much as the other Commandants. A jovial fat man who loves strong drink and zaftig women, my bald pate a target for jokes, I allowed.
But today could be no laughing matter. This line could not be crossed or there would be more death, his agitating for more food would backfire. More death of his and mine.
Though I admit, I have a wild unwelcome thought, like an invader, that I could turn the weapon on myself. A moment of weakness, no one but my bartender need know about.
If there was to be a riot, the spectre of the drones was something no one wanted to face.
It was good that he was young and strong, but bad that he was handsome...optics
Never at my camp before, but it was folly to think I could avoid it forever.
So young, with a brown face worth fighting for, my would be revolutionary.
No drone song today.
The only smell the tobacco of his cigarette.
The only sound the report of my pistol.
Just a middle-aged man doing his duty.
But Don Jr., won't be issuing me any medals today.
He had squeaked enough for many wheels. And at the wrong times.
It was "my decision",but really my orders were from El Jefe himself. I knew what had to be done, what chaos could happen if someone were to agitate during the distribution of food.
It had happened at other camps. But I had tried to be kind, and did not siphon off nearly so much as the other Commandants. A jovial fat man who loves strong drink and zaftig women, my bald pate a target for jokes, I allowed.
But today could be no laughing matter. This line could not be crossed or there would be more death, his agitating for more food would backfire. More death of his and mine.
Though I admit, I have a wild unwelcome thought, like an invader, that I could turn the weapon on myself. A moment of weakness, no one but my bartender need know about.
If there was to be a riot, the spectre of the drones was something no one wanted to face.
It was good that he was young and strong, but bad that he was handsome...optics
Never at my camp before, but it was folly to think I could avoid it forever.
So young, with a brown face worth fighting for, my would be revolutionary.
No drone song today.
The only smell the tobacco of his cigarette.
The only sound the report of my pistol.
Just a middle-aged man doing his duty.
But Don Jr., won't be issuing me any medals today.
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Date: 2025-07-20 04:34 pm (UTC)Dan
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Date: 2025-07-21 07:12 pm (UTC)the spectre of the drones was something no one wanted to face. in any setting.
This could be Gaza, this could be one of the offshore or now onshore detention camps. What's saddest of all is that this is so close to our own reality now. I never thought we'd get here.