"Their Eyes Were Watching God": Journal 4

Yet Marcus started to contemplate Bravery. Bravery, that handsome lion with the elegant mane who roamed in the dark jungle. The wise one who fostered your loving heart like a white blank page without words to it, and without a reason. What use does Bravery have for hiding, and what dangers cannot face him? He rests on the peak of danger that over sees all the people. Rests alert and composed all night with his paws drawn back, waiting for the villain to make his move. Continue resting there before there was a why or a how or a then. He was bound to find a note from his enemy hidden with a victim any day now. He was anxious and distant too. Poor Winston! He ought not to burden the stress all by himself. He tried offering a helping hand, but Winston Refused. The towns people had their knickers in a bunch with the mad-man on the loose, but they had been blinded by the lies they saw on telly. He would be safe just as soon as the bloody fool stopped his evil actions. He wasn't going to end his life soon. That was what struck him. And the people warned him differently, but he knew. And then if he hadn't, the following dawn he discovered the truth, for the villain had carried out his plans and people hid helplessly under the the rising sun. People who would once have stayed and fought now fled to the country. Just wept under the ruins of their city and witnessed. Anger, that menacing monster, had destroyed the world.