Bang. I look up in horror

at the source of the noise.

A bullet speeding towards me

as fast as light.


Everything is in slow motion

I can see clearly, the

grotty pieces of metal

which has been been sparkling, shimmering in the light which has gone.


I ready myself, prepare for the burn

on my chest.

It doesn't come.

I look up.


Pain fills me.

She's gone. 


By Zoe

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