Microfiction – The Pits

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Halt!

Draw!

Take aim.

Fire!

The bodies hit the floor with a thud, and the machine rolls over to them, and begins to flatten them down. As it makes its way over, they move on.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

This is how it is now, in his country. He doesn’t recognise it any more. He misses his parents. He misses school. He misses Nina.

But his conscience is clear, at least. After all, he’s only following orders.

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