The Betrayal

 


Dot: "Shush, Bubba, don't start blubberin'. They'll hear you and send us off to the camps. So just hush."

Bubba: "I'm scared, Ma. It's cold down here. I'm hungry, too."

Dot: "You wanna go up there and raise the flag, boy? You think they'll feed you, give you a nice bed to sleep in? Nah, too late fer that. I shoulda listened. I shoulda listened to that news reporter."

Bubba: "Do you think they got Pa, Ma? Maybe he's coming back with those berries. I'm so hungry."

Dot: "Get yer mind off it. Yer pa ain't coming back. They got him, and they'll come fer you if you don't shut it. Put you in the front line with Jimbo and Vladimir, that's what they'll do, alright."

Bubba: "Ma, do ya see it!? Laws, I think they're heading straight fer us. Oh, shit, ma, they're coming!"

Dot: "Bubba, Robert Lee, don't run, son!"

The sound of gunfire erupts overhead as she hears him scream. Then only the muffled whine of Russian tanks slowly moving on, crushing rotting crops in the field, is made clear as they continue on, searching for Trump supporters.

Dot: "He promised us. He promised us."


*AI generated image from freepik.

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