Underneath a bright red sky I take a deep breath and ask myself what make those people believe I am willing to support them.
"One hand washes the other," a well-known expression says.
Should my answer always be kind, should I agree, say yes to the needy and greedy ones?
I don't know what makes me feel more confused. No, respond, being ignored or attacked.
I continue my morning hike while I count my steps and focus on my breath.
"Most people do not ventilate, inhale the fresh air, breathe in and out in the right way," a doctor said.
On my way, I notice a knitwear on the street. It's Autumn and Winter is on its way.
"Influenza will be the next wave, "virologists say, "only one virus can dominate."
I continue my way while the red sky fades away.
The sound of a cannon, louder than a thunderstorm fills the air.
Is there a place where I can hide till the soldiers and police have finished their job? I kneel behind a wall and witness how we all are no longer free.
They go on. Kicking in front doors, on people's heads, break windows and violate all human rights.
With some witchcraft I could end this all but... I won't.
Humanity was never kind to us. They blamed us for their lack of hygiene, faith and misfortune. Stupid choices made by their saviours should be noticed not ignored and remained unseen.
"Interactions between those who believe in Mother Nature, fight for her are unwanted," the wealthy say, "death to the purebloods who don't accept and bow for us as a God! Kill them all they are the enemy, not healthy. All we demand and expect is great support to the community."
I used several prompts because I didn't come to freewriting (#weekendfreewrite included) much. All prompts are provided by 
