Fictoid: the sniper’s lament

snipers lament the only thing I ever felt when I killed someone was the recoil of my rifle

now I’m sitting here with a fully loaded hand gun ready to stick it next to my temple and pull the trigger

how fast will that bullet fly? will I have a chance to feel the recoil before the bullet kills me?

only one way to find out

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text © Buzz Dixon

Losing Our Heads

"All Along The Watchtower" by Bob Dylan