This was in response to a Challenge at The Prose

The basis of the challenge was simple and subtle: “We even forgot our own name…”

This is a bit longer (and in a different format) from the one posted on the Challenge – I don’t normally ever post different “versions” but ‘meh’ I liked this one too.

The challenge author wanted a limit of 250 words so I cut 30 words from the below for the actual challenge post (the online site counts words automatically) – below I also did not count the “-” because it is a stylistic thing… or so I tell myself…

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I can’t get up – I’m laying stomach down in the middle of a wooded narrow dirt road – my eyes feel bruised and filthy – they almost tear open like zip-lock bags – looking up I see the night sky – the freezing rain is falling in a wavy curtain pattern – I’m shivering uncontrollably – or maybe it’s shock – everything hurts – there is this tremendous pressure on top of me forcing my breaths to come in squeezed wheezes – trying to get up there is a course dirt grit embedded deep in the throbbing cuts on my fingers – in agony I bite down and feel the stone grit crunch and slide my teeth to the side – damn that hurts – slowly standing I realize there is nothing on top of me but rather that I very obviously have several broken ribs – lifting my blood soaked t-shirt it comes as a double surprise to find out I’ve been shot low and on my right side – double because I also have no idea how this happened…

I stagger – putting my hands in my jacket pockets I realize two things – my left hand is broken and my right jacket pocket is full of guitar picks that have “Shredder” printed on them…

I don’t know who I am – I turn too quickly – my head swims – behind me is a body – a dude with no shirt laying face up in the rain – he looks beaten to death – a smashed guitar is next to him – he’s covered in idiotic nazi tattoos…

For some reason I know I did this and that I don’t care – he’s a mindless inbred neo-nazi piece of trash…

Well at least I was on the right side of this…