Caught

Written by Jacob Ibrag

I was seconds away from meeting my maker. The man in the

pink mask didn’t say a word, he didn’t need to. I didn’t want to hear

the voice of my deliverer. Bullets are meant to exit their chamber, and

his purpose was to lift my soul to the heavens. Spreading my arms open,

I let out a laugh. This vessel carried me through thick and thin, it’s job was

nearly finished. As I prepared for the blow, the ice cold muzzle slipped away

from my skull. He dropped the gun and took off the mask. He was a she, and

she was my love. Grabbing the gun off the floor, I gave it back to her and

guided her hands towards my heart. Adrenaline reunited us. We kissed

as I helped her pull the trigger. The bullet left its home and found a

new one. Gone. As my eyes closed, they reopened once more.

This time I wasn’t dreaming. Turning to my left, there she

was sleeping. ‘Last night I caught you, cheating.’

Photographer Unknown