He is 20 and he is free… maybe a little too much. He smoked, he had friends a bit… strange. His parents ? They asked him to leave… there was already 2 years.
One night, he was walking in the dark street of dealers. He was careful not to be seen. He was on enemy territory. He went in a house in ruins, then hid himself and waited. What did he want to do ? A few minutes later, a team arrived. They all had revolvers. Then a man put a box on the table… The room was quit now. The man was about to open the box when a noise rang. They all turn around in his direction. They had seen him. The man didn’t take the time to reflect. The man pointed and shot… He was touched in the abdomen. They left, let him on the ground. That could be strange but his last thought was : “I was 20…”
L.M
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