One man, about forty years of age, held a revolver to a young girl’s head. In front of him, the mother of the child. She found herself in a hostage situation. With what little money she had, she wouldn’t be able to afford food this week if she complied with his demands.

Dust launched four hundred meters into the air from the sheer impact of its landing. It spoke no words. As the air settled, it simply approached the man with no regard for its own safety. All criminals were executed. That was its decree long ago.

- LetterSequence Round 5