Short Story: We are United
Scattered pages. Shuffling feet. The screech of sliding chairs. The once empty hall is now being inundated with people. The 15 all-men council, stood around the horse shoe table waiting for the instruction to sit down. It was ‘customary’ but one would question why grown men would require direction to sit, especially if they were so powerful and so important. On the table in front of each man lay a placard, with their country names, instead of their own, engraved on them. Behind the delegates stand their staff, a lanyard with a tag collared around each of their necks – they would wait until the council sat before they would dare to sit – it was ‘respectful’ for them to wait. Their duty was to assist the needs of the more important delegates, yet there was no frustration on their faces, or smiles for that matter, just blank expressionless looks. At the back of the conference hall, a mural towered over all the members, a phoenix the central figure. It was pure white and stood...