Firing squad short
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A weak ray of light through the clouds
Cold
Cold, naked,
Cold, naked, wet, all of us standing in the clearing waiting for the bullets
Someone shouts, machinegun fires
To my right bloody bullet ridden bodies start falling into wet grass.
My mother, my sister Tina, aunt Wendy, my best friend Annie who stood next to me and was holding my hand
Bullets piercing me, a deafening shout that doesn’t leave my lips, I feel myself land upon Annie’s lifeless body, her death stare the last thing I ever see
Cold, naked, wet
Cold, naked
Cold
Darkness fills my world


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