Can Can
A can of coke lying on the street. As innocuous as that.
Kevin had seen the can, he was only two feet away. He'd also seen of them walk towards it and raise his leg, to cursh the can. The way you do it back home. Kevin wanted to shout, Hey, be careful. Check it out first!
Too late.
When the boot touched the can, it blasted. A powerful bomb exploded.
Kevin flew from the power of the blast, together with dust, shrapnel, riffles, and ten soldiers.
The first casualty was Kevin’s ears. The high-pitched blast caused stinging pain inside them. Ringing...piercing ringing inside them. He didn’t even know where he landed. He pressed his ears with his hands, hoping, waiting, for the pain and the sound to subside.
Dust settled. The pain receded. Kevin heard cries from the torn bodies of the soldiers. Another pain took over him. More solid pain. He looked down. Touching his body with his hands. Chest, abdomen, all unharmed.
He moved down. Hips unbroken. Knees intact. But nothing after that. No feet. Only plethora of blood flowing, forming puddles.
He closed his eyes and screamed. Pain and anger converging in his scream. Fury descending. Regret maybe.
This was his last patrol. He was going home. Last night, he’d a wet dream. His lover was waiting for him.
A can of coke lying on the street. As innocuous as that.
Kevin had seen the can, he was only two feet away. He'd also seen of them walk towards it and raise his leg, to cursh the can. The way you do it back home. Kevin wanted to shout, Hey, be careful. Check it out first!
Too late.
When the boot touched the can, it blasted. A powerful bomb exploded.
Kevin flew from the power of the blast, together with dust, shrapnel, riffles, and ten soldiers.
The first casualty was Kevin’s ears. The high-pitched blast caused stinging pain inside them. Ringing...piercing ringing inside them. He didn’t even know where he landed. He pressed his ears with his hands, hoping, waiting, for the pain and the sound to subside.
Dust settled. The pain receded. Kevin heard cries from the torn bodies of the soldiers. Another pain took over him. More solid pain. He looked down. Touching his body with his hands. Chest, abdomen, all unharmed.
He moved down. Hips unbroken. Knees intact. But nothing after that. No feet. Only plethora of blood flowing, forming puddles.
He closed his eyes and screamed. Pain and anger converging in his scream. Fury descending. Regret maybe.
This was his last patrol. He was going home. Last night, he’d a wet dream. His lover was waiting for him.
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posted by Faris at 6:53 am
2 Comments:
Good one. I meet guys that this has happened to working at my job. It's sad.
How's the cat story coming along?
Okay Scotland? No fair. Plus what stories will I read until after Christmas?! I will try to have good news. Enjoy Scotland. Have many Scottish Ales for me. They're my fav. And Happy Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, Haunaka (i don't know how to spell it), and every other holiday there is!!
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