“I don’t like him.” Steven clearly had a group agreeing with him already – four of the 12 refugees in their little haven were nodding along. Steven’s reasons were obvious; Mal equally so. The rest had their own logic.
“I don’t think ‘like’ really enters into it,” Connie countered. She could see four others siding with her – including Inga, the reason Steven & Mal were against this.
“I think with all of us crammed in here, like is pretty damn important,” Steve argued. “Besides, I don’t trust him, and that definitely matters.” He wasn’t looking at Connie; he was looking at Dave and LaTasha, who both were still on the fence. “How did he survive out there? He doesn’t look like he’s been going all that hungry. What if some other group trusted him, let him in…”
“Hey!” Inga glared at Steven. “Spurious much?”
“I’m just saying…”
Connie cleared her throat. “Regardless… It doesn’t actually matter.”
“Bullshit it doesn’t.” Mal glared at her. “He can’t be trusted; he can’t come in.”
“None of us filled out an application. None of us were voted on,” Connie insisted. “We found this place. It’s not like we owned it, before.” She caught LaTasha’s eye. She’d nearly swayed her. “We were looking for a safe haven. And we found it.”
“Exactly!” Steven glared at her. “WE found it. Let him find his own.”
He’d nearly convinced Dave. Connie dropped her voice to counter his shouting.
“There’s nothing nearby. We’ve all looked. Guys… he’s a human being, and we’re human beings. We have to let him in.”
“Do we just let everyone in, then?” Mal spat. “Where does it end?”
Ing jumped to her feet. “This is ridiculous! I’ll be out there. Waiting.” She ignored Steven & Mal calling to her and swung the door open.
She stopped just outside. “You bastards. All your arguing… and he’s just gone.”
Connie was pretty sure she was the only one that heard LaTasha mutter “Case closed.”
This is written to May 19th’s Thimbleful Thursday prompt
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