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I know this is not what Illustration Friday is technically about, but what the hey.
I lie still as a spider, and try to slow my breathing. Fast breaths rasp, and I dare not be heard.
Ten innocent people. Nine dead, now. No-one saw the first killed – he was alone. The same, the second. When the third was found, everyone came together, circled the wagons, brandished improvised weapons, and called out for help.
The wrong person heard. The ceiling came down on top of four more, fourth, fifith, sixth, seventh. Then eighth ran away too slowly. Then ninth was sliced in pieces right out in the open.
Then tenth found a gun.
I hide.
I lie still as a spider, and try to slow my breathing. Fast breaths rasp, and I dare not be heard.
Ten innocent people. Nine dead, now. No-one saw the first killed – he was alone. The same, the second. When the third was found, everyone came together, circled the wagons, brandished improvised weapons, and called out for help.
The wrong person heard. The ceiling came down on top of four more, fourth, fifith, sixth, seventh. Then eighth ran away too slowly. Then ninth was sliced in pieces right out in the open.
Then tenth found a gun.
I hide.
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