The oblong of flawless sapphire is mesmerising. I am barely aware that I am crumpled at the bottom of a hole in the ground. The shrieking bombardment that had arrived like God's fist has left me deafened and dizzy. It is the way of terror that time seems to stretch-out, like plastic in a flame. I imagine I can see bullets floating serenely past; a faint click, a sigh and then the blur of a deadly, leaden wasp scarring the blue canvas of the sky above me.1
I breathe in the dry, chalky dust; bone meal laid down from more than two thousand years of the unrelenting slaughter of men. Trickles of the choking stuff flow into the pit, warning me that a trench is also a convenient grave for those who cannot leave, or will not.2
The urge to vomit scurries around my throat. Tears of self-pity draw the stinging powder into my eyes. My last meal departs my body, but as with the rest of my dulled senses there comes only a muted awareness of the stink and the bile-taste.3
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Author notes
This is effectively the description of an occasional dream I have. I am going to add to it and I know where I want to go with it.
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Mashallah, you couldn't have spoken truer words. :-)
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'Hasbunallah wa nimalwakil.'
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EXCELLANT
beautiful, extreamly moving and sad. Its as if you captured a moment in time perfectly, I could taste the chalk.
Amazing. may you never ever experience your own words.
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