A for Adult Story- Chapter 2

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Que Sera Sera (Whatever will be will be)

V is willing himself into one struggle with evil, for life. His life took swerves, turns in conjunction, post the brief moment of innocent bliss with Bob's sister.
Never will I forget the little girl, oh sister, he proceeded to expound in defense of his right to survive execution, to the Jury.
The Jury consisted of several bus drivers, industry union members, post communist free thinkers. None were disposed well to V. The enquiry was stilted= mockery.
Childhood is long gone. Depression seized the soul to turn it north of noble thought.
The world is obsessed with horse riding or liquor bottles, well fed on celebrity obsession, where everyone with you is one! famous!
The french seized control of musical thought.
Roxy! ! sighed V in front of the Judge.
Who would Roxy be? pondered the Jury
The red lights were turned off. Everywhere noir, great noir, the tune went.
Turn it off! Turn it off!
Memories of the little girl gently drifted through the wind. The wind is breeze from revolving rotors fixed to the ceiling.
Liquid excrement flows from the skin pores, only to turn into wind in the rotor breeze. The Jury with Judge silently excrete like I do, in dignity, as winds thieve our guilt.
You will see no light, is the verdict
Not right, the little boy thought, protesting.
Someone was listening.
It will be when it will be, she told him,misquoting
The future dimmed. He opened his eyes.
The lips were still there in frozen time. Bob' s sister.
I will be turned in but you turn me on, he told her.
Come in, she told him.
The storm shelter is torn down.
The little girl is lost.