'...was Blue, like I've never felt.'
I looked at them, all in that room, bathed in a warm, white light. The men raised their cigars towards curved lips and Henry choked on the smoke that was supposed to be coolly blown out as he laughed at some joke Mark said. The ladies were sitting at a separate table, discussing books over glasses of half-filled wine. Outside this bubble of light, soft, explosive thuds could be heard as the grey clouds shielded the heavens from the ugly sight of war below, as if the Gods themselves were ashamed of their own creations.

Smile, the tinkle of laughter, a wrinkle, a gasp, a bat of an eyelid. A wink. The wine. I tried to memorize everything, everything there as I left the house and back to the hotel room. My chest just won't stop squeezing itself and my heart skipped a beat as I remembered the man the hung dead at the crane as a looked out of the window. My reflection in the glass gave me a small, reassuring smile,

"It'll be alright. It'll all be ok."

I chanted that as I got ready for bed,

"It'll all be alright..."

My knees buckled and I fell to the ground, the thud of hard bone hitting the hard floor sounding so, so far away. I could feel my lips trembling and a small, dry sob escaping my throat. Without thinking, I raised my clasped hands towards those very lips and willed them to stop trembling, praying, at the same time.

Everything. Everything must go right tomorrow. Nothing can go wrong.

Kathy's look of fear as the store owner demanded the return of the photograph. Joe's fierce eyes of distrust during the introductions.

"...and I've never left anyone behind."
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Inspiration from the 2012 film, Argo.

Well, Thursday is Judgement Day. Maybe it'll not be so dramatic. It's either the cliff hanging over my head collapses or I get pulled out in time. Either way, even if all the rocks crash down onto, I'm going to claw my way out and see the sun again. I am never, ever going to give up that easily.

Argo fuck yourself.