It is glue that binds, that keeps everything together. All she had to do was find out what would bind this group of disparate people together: the woman who no longer believed in the good of humankind; the man who wished to aggressively attack anyone who approached their group; the child who could not stop crying over the horror of seeing his parents murdered in front of him; the couple who claimed they believed in no religion and no sharing of sources. One thing they all had in common, though, was that they had survived the onslaught of the warriors: they had survived the brutality and the massacre. Now all they had to do was survive the aftermath. She had never before wanted to lead, to be responsible for the actions of others. But now things were different. Now she was the only one here, in this gloomy shelter, that truly believed that they could survive – and survive together. She was going to have to convince these people that their chances of survival was better than if they were alone. She was going to have to be the glue that binds; the one person that would create a tribe.
Have you known a person that binds?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014
(This post was inspired by the Five Minute Friday prompt: Glue)