The rainbow shining in all its glory across the harbour was a sign: they were doing the right thing. Reaching across the iron-wrought table, she pressed his hand and nodded her agreement.
The email pinged its arrival on the laptop of the one who had started the Movement. It was one of many and reflected the full compliance of those whom his group had approached.
The following week was the beginning of the end. The catalyst was the capture and beheading of the wealthy and powerful men in major cities around the world. The intelligentsia had begun their revolution.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2020