Sunday, April 23, 2017

Last Meal

The bullet tore through my chest, spinning me around so I caught the briefest of glimpses of the officer who'd fired the shot before I fell to the ground, staring up at the sky. I gasped for breath, a weight suddenly on my lungs, my hands dug at the asphalt as my vision began to blacken. It wasn't like my life flashed before my eyes or anything. No, my last hazy thought before everything went black was....I never did get to eat my chicken nuggets.

-Inspiration from a news story

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