MAY 2014
WASHINGTON, DC
PRESENT DAY
Alf Herman sat in the wooden chair in the foyer in awe. The story of how they met was so inspiring that even he got emotional. But still, he couldn’t understand why he was sitting in the middle of the living room watching blood drip from the Officer’s body. He wasn’t moving as much as he had been and Alf was concerned.
“Your story is inspiring,” he yelled to be heard beyond the doors. “So I take it that you are Rasim.”
Silence.
“I am.”
“And who is the man on the steps bleeding?”
“We haven’t finished telling you the story,” Snow interrupted.
“My apologies.” He moved uncomfortably in his seat and observed the police officer again. “It’s just that time is not on our side. A man is dying.”
She giggled. “People kill me with that statement.” She paused. “That time is not on our side. Time is a beautiful thing actually. It gives men an opportunity to correct that which is wrong. It offers them a chance to stop hurting those they claim to love. But for me, it did so much more.”
“What do you mean?” Alf Herman replied.
“Rasim always wanted to rule but my heart wasn’t a big enough country. He had to have it all. He had to sit on the throne even if it meant wasting his time on places or people unworthy. All while ignoring me in the process.” She paused. “It’s funny though. Because I knew something he didn’t.”
“And what’s that?”
“That even the mighty fall.”