Chapter 102:

CII | Who’s Right

The Rowan Tree


'Put your gun away,'
the red-haired man snarls.

'Civilians are not allowed
'to carry guns.'

The uniformed man snorts
and jabs the gun
between the man's eyes.

'Don't play play.
'you're the civilian here.'

He takes his ID out of his pocket.

'See! I really is policeman.
'You're in the way of my work.'

The red-haired man
laughs,

gun still trained
on the police man.

'You're acting like a terrorist.'

'You're a wolf in sheep's clothing.'

They're just
insulting each other
now.

Not convincing at all.

I think
neither of them
are policemen.

I should call the police.

But the moment
I put the phone to my ear,
the red-haired man

points his gun
straight at me.

My phone

falls

to the ground.

'All of you customers,'
he orders,
'vote.

'Decide who's the real policeman.'

The uniformed man
seems to agree
with this absurd plan.

He keeps his gun
in its holster

and walks among the crowd,
his arms folded,

ordering the cashiers
to stop working,

to start printing voting slips.

'Singapore is a democracy,'
the red-haired man declares.

'So everyone must vote!
'Whoever you say is the real one
'is the real one.'

He points the gun
and fires at the ceiling
so a shutter falls
down,

almost knocking down
an uncle trying to escape.

'Whoever you say is the fake one
'will be hanged.'

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