warren ellis rules

The little girl sat crying on the park bench, clutching a pink backpack with an envelope sticking out of it. I sat next to her, phone in my hand. “Are you lost?"

"No. My mummy and daddy died and I have to live with Grandma who hates me so I'm running away."

"Oh, honey," I said. "I'm so sorry about your parents."

"Grandma makes me do horrible things and when I complain she makes me read the note mummy and daddy left me before they died."

She gave me the envelope. The note inside read:


"You made us do this."



© Warren Ellis 2006


of course i didn't write this i never leave the "compound"