And then the shooting started.
I only turned back briefly as I dashed ahead.
Those who fell stayed, those who cared stayed as well.
I saw the airstrip before me, beyond the bridge. An ominous beckoning of home and hope yet demise yet desire.
If you make it here you’ll make it anywhere they promised on that bill board.. What liars I thought.
“What liars!” I screamed aloud.
A man turned and grabbed my arm. “They said it to you too, huh?”I did not now this man, nor cared to do so.
The shots continued and I watched him as he fell. Throughout this journey, I admit it was only supposed to be a fantasy. A cheap, onetime thrill. But as many things do, it got the better of me.
I forged ahead, approaching the bridge. So what if I don’t make? I thought. At least I made it here.
The shooting slowed. The shooting neared. And I wanted for nothing.
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