Bright sunlight pushed into the office from the outside, and sitting on the floor without ceremony, was a lively yellow.
Sixteen men sat on the floor in silence, turning their heads at once at any sound from outside the door, like dogs on the alert, hungry dogs. The horrors of the terrorist attacks had been swallowed up by them, they were the ones who would not be attacked - but now they preferred to be attacked, and a good death would be a blessing!
The terrorists send food, water, and vitamins every few days, but force each person to vote for the necessities of survival. In their eyes, they are hostages, prisoners, poor creatures to be toyed with.
There is a "click" as a kindly old man walks in and lifts the burlap sacks on his back to the floor, which makes a muffled sound. A few bottles of water, some bags of bread, and a few bottles of medicine lay helplessly on the floor.
"Oh," as Santa Claus laughs, "come on, boy." And like the grandparents with their grandchildren, laughing as they walk out the door.
A boy struggled to his feet and asked, "Why do you have to go through all this trouble when you can live and die as you please?"
The old man raised his eyebrows and said in a soft voice, "A wise man should have the right to live. Stupidity is a sin, and I am just cleaning up the world."
He took a couple of steps and then said, "If you're smart enough, live to show me.
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