She slithered in from her room;
In remoras-like sea-leech form,
Breeching the inner sanctum of the enemy.
She knew the drill, but mustered
enough bravado to ask anyway.
“Dad, can I go to the party tonight? ”
Mom tried hopelessly to draw fire….
but it was much was too late.
Her question bounced off his chest. All hell broke loose. Sirens exploded througout the facility. The entire complex was put on lockdown within minutes. Guards erupted at every corner and exit. Helicopters circled above scanning the area.
Eclipsed by rejection, she bit the bullet, slithered back to her wretched hideout plastered with selfies, ideograms and climbed back into her casket.