
“Tanvir.”
“Yes, Commandant?”
“You see the target over there? When you’re ready, pull the trigger and try to hit him in his throat.”
SOB SOB SOB NO DON'T KILL ME I ANSWERED ALL YOUR QUESTIONS I'LL KEEP ANSWERING YOUR QUESTIONS DON'T KILL ME DON'T KILL ME I HAVE A KID IF YOU DO THIS HE'LL BE AN ORPHAN
“I can’t hit the target, Commandant.”
“Negative.”
“Negative, Commandant. Ma said I’m too young to kill.”
“Why don’t you tell me what a firing squad is?”
“Roger, Commandant. They take the prisoners and they line them up against a wall, and then they line up soldiers across from them and then they shoot them.”
“How do you know all that?”
“Ma and I watched it happen through my window after the first fight between your troops and the troops in our streets, Commandant.”
“You have a good eye.”
“Thank you, Commandant.”
“Let’s try this again.You will shoot the target or I will make you watch me shoot your mother, and then I’ll shoot you. Roger?”
“Roger, Commandant.”
SOB SOB SOB NO NO DON'T KILL ME
I’m sorry, Ma.
HAHAHA
I look, I aim, I shoot.
I can’t break out of Commandant’s grip.
I look, I aim, I shoot.
I can’t break Ma out of Commandant’s grip.
I shoot, I shoot, I shoot.
I can’t break out of her jaws.
Will she ever let me stop shooting?
What if she tells me to stop, but my fingers are fused to the trigger?
Maybe shooting myself is the only way.
HAHAHA
HAHA
HA
SOB
SOB
SOB
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Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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