Snowflakes glistened, falling through the electric light. A blanket of innocence covering sin. The same as that night in Kabul.
The funeral had been mercifully brief. Another of the unit was gone, only I remained. Still no one suspected me.
The Military Court said we were innocent. I knew differently. I still see her pleading eyes. I had avenged her where I had failed to protect her.
One bullet left, tonight I will join my unit again and pray she has forgiven me.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above).
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