Here is another of those 99-word shorts. Inspired by the Carrot Ranch Literary Comminity‘s blog challenge, I’ve excerpted a tiny paragraph from my second novel, See Willy See.

In wartime, sometimes the sides get blurred.

Starving and sick, the enemy shivered. Connor sat and pulled the dying man’s head into his lap. “Remember, the man who’s trying to kill you is a human being too,” his mom had said. There in the jungle dusk, he held the soldier until his breathing stopped. He walked on, leaving the jungle to consume the remains. He heard his rifle clips clattering. Gotta stop that noise. That was his last thought before he collapsed, curling up and shivering. Must be losing my mind. Is this what it feels like to die? He closed his eyes and drifted off.