for: @withpains (kiran) date: march, 2040. location: at a local café, novus.
the words on the screens blur into one big jumble of letters that kamilah ceases to pay attention to the moment the news registers with her brain; a hero, dead?
her eyes shift to kiran while she swallows in a bid to get rid of the lump that’s formed in her throat before deciding she needs another refreshment, flagging down the waiter with an outwardly placid smile. but deep down, she feels unsteady. the news anchor carries on with his job and kamilah can feel a shiver run down her spine. how much longer till this job catches up with her, or the ones she holds dear?
“it was smart of mira to retire,” is all she says through a shaky breath and a pointed glance in kiran’s direction.
