The disillusioned isolate themselves from the world, choosing to live in a jungle of twisted facts. Fishing in a sea of misinformation, eating superstitions, as they sip on the wine of denial. The wine a virus of hate infecting far too many, as their neighbors reach out a hand.
By Ashley Houston
This is a very short story that I wrote for VSS365 on Twitter last night. The word prompt was superstitions.