Artica Burr
At the onset of governance by the United World Nation, the silence of the public was read as an acceptance of a leadership that was flawed in moral values and instilling impractical solutions. Common sense had fizzed away like a cold remedy tossed into a glass of water leaving ugliness to bubble to the surface. Tolerance on both sides grew thin skin that was rubbed raw. Even though coffee now was laced with a calmative, what brewed beneath the surface was the need to cast off the new government. The public recognized that solid values were the roots of a successful society. When unvalued and restricted, the public’s sense of worth was indeed circling a drain. Many hoped to join the Revolutionary War if and when it approached their confined areas. The government had reduced elementary school to a primary indoctrination camp. When forced onto a precipice, truth, if it can be found, becomes the only platform to stand on. As a result of her objections, Jules Martain, had been demoted from teacher to factory worker. Elderly residents were disappearing, and she suspected that the college-educated would be the next group to be removed. Fear veined through her, but Jules refused to extinguish her candle flame of hope. Alone and unprotected, Jules instinctively understood escape was needed if survival was possible. With no viable plan, Jules knew if an opportunity arose, she would need to toss caution to the wind. For Jules, an unlikely chance suddenly arrives.
