‘We will form two teams,’ Commander said, his eyes burning bright. ‘Team A,’ He pointed out, ‘Your job will be to nullify the security. Once you are done, you will signal Team B and return to camp. Team B will receive their instructions separately.’
We nodded, saluted, and left the tent. That night, we executed our task to perfection and retreated. Few hours later, a raucous noise indicated that Team B had succeeded as well.
Viva la revolucion!
The next day, TV news showed the body of the child inside the fridge, that had been flung down from a balcony.
Well, I never expected that.
Thanks for the comment. 🙂
Not all orders should be followed
True, though the first human instinct is to obey orders. Thanks for the comment, Neil.
Everything comes at a price. This time, at too heavy a cost?
Spot on. Some are willing to pay the price though. Thanks for the comment, Iain.
Savage or what? I wasn’t expecting that.
Savagery, it is. Thanks for the comment, Sandra.
Gory tale!
Thanks, Reena.
Oh Varad,
Child play turns tragic. Well done, but oh that gut twist at the end.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you for the comment, Rochelle. Something about an expensive fridge lying discarded sent my mind spinning this way.
Chilling. Poor kid.
Thanks for the comment, Tannille.
Oh no! That is awful. I know it is a reality in life. That was a plot twist though.
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Great job of misdirection. The child in the fridge caught me completely off-guard.
Thank you for the comment, Linda. 🙂
Well that did not go as i thought it would! Bunch of savages.
Savagery is in our DNA. Thanks for the comment, Dale.
The innocent always suffer when men make war. It’s why women should rule the planet.
A tragic reminder of the sobering truth that innocents so often pay the cost of war.
Thought-provoking. When is the cost of change too high? How many children will suffer, die if they don’t overthrow this regime?
Wow shocking last line. Poor kid.
Seems I’m not the only one to be floored by those final few words.
You were ambitious in choosing to show the unintended consequences of violent action.
It makes me want to go back to a kinder, gentler time.
Chilling tale, well told!
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