Hard Time

I heard the complaint. The person who said it, let it drop from their hand and roll into the center of the room. Everyone in the room knows about the slope of the floor which sent the grenade rolling to my feet.

How was I the target? I had 10 seconds to get myself out into a clearing or risk being a casualty.

So I was the enemy.

Yes. I had failed to do something as planned. I apologized. I didn’t know I could be sentenced.

For life.


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