I didn’t participate in the interrogations. My role was to observe. Under no circumstances was I to interfere.
Never a large man, he became smaller. Fragile. And in the end, broken.
When I first saw him, some of his former power still clung to him. He made demands, threats. Commanded a certain respect, even there.
Of course, all property had been seized. The mansions, the jet. Once in custody, they gave him an orange jumpsuit . He started to lose other things. Control of the situation, control of his fate. Finally, control of his body itself.
I watched him lose everything.
That’s a long, hard fall. I hope he deserved it. Great piece.
I hope this is a story about Donald Trump.
Snap, I know so many people who deserve that kind of a fall. Nicely done.
Me too
Dear J Hardy,
Well constructed progression.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I really like the repetition of lose and how that verb can be applied to so many things. Nicely written.
This is nice. I like the implication that the narrator is powerless to change it – it makes what has happened seem even weightier.
Really liked this. Tightly written too. Well done.
Good stuff! Love to hear about the downfall, but, did he deserve it?
I get very interested in that observer… the voice of someone seeing him falling apart.. could it have been one of the victims?
Yes, this was well done…
Wow. Certainly a powerful piece. That was one long, hard fall, that seems almost justified.
This is very impressive, every sentence tells a whole story. I’d like to know more, too.
I like your take on the prompt. Well done!
DJ
Giants have farther to fall.