photo of gold ammunitions on wood

I feel like a traitor.

There had been a military tribunal, and the officer acting as judge declared guilty.  Death by firing squad.

I take a deep breath while the soldiers line up.  What a way to die.  Every soldier was given a gun with a bullet, some blank while others are deadly.  But someone has the gun which will kill.

“Aim!” an officer shouts.

I struggle to keep my eyes open.


I pull my trigger, and the man drops.

Was it my gun that held the bullet that killed him?

Did the judge know he’d condemned me?


This was written for the March 4th Carrot Ranch prompt, “Fire.”

As a brief update, I am finally returned from my sojourn to Orlando and the ACS conference – maybe I’ll be more available again!

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20 thoughts on “Condemned

  1. Charli Mills says:

    Welcome back! Hope it was a good conference! I love the twist in perspective. You open it with enough ambiguity that it seems like the narrator is the one found guilty, yet when we realize the speaker is part of the firing squad, we understand the feeling of condemnation. Great writing!

    • H.R.R. Gorman says:

      The ambiguity was exactly what I wanted – I’m so glad it came through.

      I’m not the best at conferences, but it definitely didn’t fail as badly as it could! I think it went well enough!

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