Page two of Desires of Adventure
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I was in the midst of the battle with dead bodies sprawled everywhere. Blood stained faces with glazed over eyes staring back at me from the ground. I assuaged myself to peak over the ridge behind which I hid. A man in a Blue coat, Blues verse Reds, with a general's badge upon his chest. Covering his heart that thumped so hard it sounded in his ears. I raised the sniper, I held the butt of the gun up to my shoulders.
Slowly I rose a little higher and got the muzzle over the ridge, I took my aim, in-between the ear and right eye. The temple. With one shot released I rolled over without a glance at my kill. A few feet from where I had started I looked at the dead body of the Blues general. I proudly stood in triumph as the surviving Reds cheered. The Blues had lost and I had taken the general. The malovent homicide was over.
This time I refused to step out and I slowly faded as I walked away. I transferred through shadow as I walked. After reaching a desolated highway in a distant shadow I reached from my trumps. Located at my belt in a wooden case, carved with intricate drawings. Focusing upon a picture of a beautiful woman of light brown hair and a gown of dark green. I studied her beauty as she regarded me as well.
"Darkin! Have you decided upon my request to return."
"Pull me through Fiona, I am returning to Amber." My mother clasped my hand as I left that distant shadow in rainbows.
Finis
Copyright David Rubicam 2006