War on Drugs
“How are we doing?” Police inspector Stone inquired, pouring another glass from his bottle of Jack Daniels.
“Seven-hundred deaths, eight-thousand surrenders, sir.” Bates answered aptly.
Disgusted, Stone felt the liquor boiling from his insides. “That’s a lot of mouths to feed. We’ve had enough of these pushers and addicts. This is war on drugs, kid. I want you men to purge.”
“What about due process, sir?”
“Call it resisting arrest or self-defense, I don’t care. Just get those body bags out—fast.”
*BATES’ PHONE RINGS*
With a lump in his throat, he voiced, “Sir… It’s your son. He’s… He’s dead.”
Word Count: 100
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In response to this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Friday Fictioneers is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields where a photo is used as a prompt for a hundred-word piece of fiction. The photo prompt this week is a courtesy of Ted Strutz. Thank you!
I was watching Senator De Lima’s privilege speech last night and regardless of she has done or has failed to do against the proliferation of drugs as a former justice secretary, I stand by her side when it comes to extrajudicial killings. This do-it-yourself justice is inhumane, an impunity that must come to an end.
“Drugs destroy lives, but we need not destroy lives to destroy drugs.” -Leila de Lima
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