Loving in a fugue state. — A story in 100 words.
“Shoot that terrorist …or I shoot you. You decide.”
“It’s just a fucking kid!”
The “terrorist” stared at me — she didn’t understand English.
I raised my M4 …then convulsed myself awake.
It was the shaking that woke her up.
She blithely asked: “You OK?” and looked away.
“We should probably talk,” I said.
She propped herself up on her elbows, setting the stage for her exit: “Can we not? We get in trouble when we talk.”
“Yea, but…”
She interrupted & looked me: “Let’s just keep this light & fun.”
I looked away & nodded: “Light & fun …yea. Sure.”