Back at the Library

Suddenly, the scenery fades and changes back to the old library, once again filled with books, as I looked down to my hands, the book was no longer there, but a list; a list filled with names, front and back, written in red ink as small as ants. It was all the slaves, every single one that was taken up. Every single one that was used as a tool. I grasped it hard with my hands, almost tearing the paper. Anger raged inside of me.