The Last Election

The city square was a battlefield of voices, clashing like thunder as Election Day loomed. Signs waved, insults flew, and former friends now stood on opposite sides, eyes full of anger and betrayal. Social feeds became landmines, each post another spark ready to ignite.

Amidst the chaos, Tom watched, horrified, as once-quiet neighbors shouted threats and strangers fought in the streets. The divide was more than political—it felt like a spell cast over the crowd, an unseen hand driving everyone mad. He tried to speak up, to calm them, but his voice was lost in the roar. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, he realized that the real battle was no longer about who would win, but about what would be left when the dust finally settled.