Prisoner in peril.
It was a cold frosty morning. The prisoners of war were marched out of their beds outside to the wall. “Line up” barked the officer “And face the wall.” All the prisoners turned around, paralysed with fear. The last things they heard were the officer loading his gun and then a gun shot.
They fell onto the frosty grass as the next people in line watched in terror from the corner of their eyes, knowing they were next. As the last person inline fell, they only seen a dead leaf frozen and limp, much like their fellow prisoners. Then everything fell into darkness…
Sinéad.
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