What Matters? (a 50 word micro story)

Elsa looked at the product of her chemistry degree and smiled.  The van was loaded and ready to go.  They were all babbling about black lives matter, or blue lives matter.  She knew better.  No lives matter really.  She would show them all.  She got inside and turned the key.

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