Sulphuric Acid

The time came when the suffering of others was not enough for them; they needed the spectacle of it, too.

Without warning, ordinary people are snatched from their world of casual freedom and transported en mass by cattle-tuck to a detention camp, boasting only one significant difference from those used by the Nazis – everything is filmed. With great care, ordinary people are selected from the applicants to be the guards – if they can look and act the part, the rest will come naturally. This is Concentration, where reality television has reached a new level – it doesn’t get more real than unjust death.

Q – “do what is possible, and then move on”

Almost blindly.

What I have to do.

Screams in my ears already bursting from cannon fire, bodies crashing into me. My throat choked with bloody, sweaty dust, my coughs tearing me apart.
Terror on the faces of the fleeing people. Bandaged heads, crushed limbs . . . I’m constantly turning around: Elias is behind me. Huge, pushing his way through the crowd. He has Magister Thomas over his shoulders, lifeless.

Where is the omnipresent Lord? His flock is being slaughtered.