"Then what? Then another one died?" Swing looked at me with disdain, "What on earth are you trying to explain?"
I sighed: "I just want to say retribution, retribution."
"What kind of retribution? This is just your story. People deserve to live, and they are still alive and nourishing. Just continue with your sex! It's boring! I'm going to sleep! Good night."
I looked at the blackened swing's profile picture and smiled. Only those who have truly experienced it can understand what I am talking about.
Is this just a story in my head?
Conception: