Friday Fictioneers

The street now deserted and Sara took relief in that. It had been chaos a few minutes before. She scrolled through the images she had taken during the protest. All of them were very clear, to her surprise. Now she wondered if she dared publish them. Of course it was her job, her mission and that’s why she rushed to this street, to capture the violent struggles. There were many she missed, her eyes shifting from one group to another quickly. She wanted to take photos of what was real, not whitewashed by government spokespersons. Sara drove to her publisher.

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13 February 2026