Sacrifice
Hannah Mansfield

“George’s stiff posture exuded severity, causing his hand, which was gently holding the girl’s, to look jarringly out of place. For any innocent bystander happening to look over the pair, it was apparent that this was not where he was meant to be. He was meant to be yelling into a crowd, eyes blazing and words stirring, or sitting in a smoke-clouded lounge, directing conversation with likeminded prejudiced old men with thin lips and thick bellies. There were a lot of places where George should have been; here was not one of them …”