Once again, I am “mashing” my response to Master Class 2014 with the Friday Fictioneers prompt, and I do this for two reasons primarily.
Firstly, it permits me to somewhat “jump” the 100 word requirement for the latter. And secondly, it allows me to once again recommend that most of you should really try your hand at the former.
As always, I hope you
I observed the shit-stained haystack once more.
Had its movement been caused by the mere trundling of the cart, or were itchy passengers buried within?
As I wondered, I pondered… what are we doing? Why are we doing this?
I’d killed before. But he, a soldier, was armed with the same professional bloodlust as I. I would never forget, as out of breath, he dropped both arms to his side, still gripping the knife in his left hand, while his brain slowly acknowledged my round, that had just torn through it.
Yes, I’d killed before. But this was different. These, mere civilians.
Children deemed unfit due merely to their heritage, their identity, their God.
I closely observed the haystack once more, before waving on the shit-stained skittish driver with his dubious cargo, whispering to no one as they pensively passed, “Gott Sie segnen…”
It’s no great secret that I plug-in a song at the end of every post, and it’s also no great secret that I never really push it upon you. But just this once, please, listen…