The Enemy - 55 word micro
April 6, 2008 by elizadashwood
John cradled the wounded soldier in his arms. Separated from his unit, the sudden appearance of another human being had surprised him. “I’m so sorry. I don’t even want to be here.” He said. “I didn’t mean to shoot. Do you understand me?”
The dying man, sensing the end, drew a concealed pistol and fired.
