DAY-2

I was taking a walk throughout the neighborhood when two figures dressed in all red were walking toward me. They were a pair of handmaids coming from a day at the market. I thought to myself, what am I going to do if one of them should notice me? Quick as lightning, I pulled my jet black hair over my mysterious blue eyes and ducked into the shadows of a nearby alley. I quietly slipped out of the alley after they walked past and, wouldn't you know it, I ran right into another handmaid. I told myself that I wasn't going to get out of this one. So I did the only thing that could be done; I started a conversation. I learned that her name is OfWayne or OfWarren. I don't remember which; the names of the handmaid's all sound alike. Names always escape my memory like cats escape dogs. I had to keep a low profile since I was with a handmaid out here on the street; someone might think something else is going on than just a friendly conversation. Then again, I shouldn't have started this conversation in the first place. "The handmaids are doing a great job of helping to bring new life into the world of Gilead," I thought to myself. " I always knew the handmaids were important, but sometimes they are not treated like they are important." I should really keep this thought to myself.

Day- 1

I stand at 7 ft; I wear all black in the day and night.  Jet black hair as dark as the night sky covers my blue eyes that seem to gleam from the shadows, always watching constant movement. Biceps ripple from underneath the black shirt and jacket that I constantly wear; I worked out before present day Gilead. My past, which seems like eras ago, is too vague for me to remember. I have dreams and nightmares. One of my dreams is that Gilead is perfect and all of the Wives are fertile again and the war is over. My nightmare is that of pain and suffering, an endless torment of blackness. I peer through the black clouds and see the war ravished country formerely known as Gilead. My face and body are all I can see, but I am floating outside my body. I see myself try to stand, but as I get to my feet I am gunned down by rebels. Those are some of the dreams and nightmares that I have.