Friday, September 23, 2016

The Values of Innocent Life

    

    Tears ran down the young agent's face, he sat on the passenger seat of the team's vehicle clutching a little girl. Tears of sorrow, tears of joy rolled down the agent's face. She was safe, nothing would harm her, not tonight, not tomorrow. Her innocence, her life, her future was now safe. She would see the warm sun again, hear the sound of sprinklers and lawnmowers that came with summer. She'd experience the soft sounds of snowflakes as they hit the ground. The holidays would hold cherish-able memories for her. She was safe, the agent looked out the window reminiscently, the little girl lay in his lap, head against the agent's chest, she breathed heavily from crying but she felt safe and comfortable, tucked safely away from the horrors that had taken place that night, and the evil that would have done her great harm.    

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