Diftic

He looked at his target for a long time, willing it to somehow come closer, but after a time it seemed to just be wishful thinking on his part. He blinked once, slowly, and braced himself. He would get it, he had to, and when he did he would squeeze it and bite it hard until it squealed for him. He felt his mouth watering just thinking about it. He curled his toes and clenched his fists, readying himself for what he had to do. He stretched one arm slightly forward, then the opposite leg, before he paused. He could not rush, or his target might elude him. Stretching his other arm forward, he kept his eyes on the prize, then the opposite leg. H

She stood in the village square and watched as her people were herded toward the nearest bomb shelter. All around there were women and children crying while most of the men were yelling. Next to the well there was a man in a uniform waving the people on. Every now and then he would have to push someone to make them move. He spoke with authority, and his posture was straight, but his face said he was scared and there was a slight tremor in his hand as he reached out to lightly push a woman forward. There was a little boy standing in the entrance to an alley. He looked neither afraid nor lost, but was staring at what was happening around him w