Sniper Monologue

What has this world become I thought to myself as I watched this tattered cellist take his seat in the middle of the street. I’ve seen him do this for three days in a row, always the same, never changing. I don’t know what he thinks he is going to accomplish. If my mother were here, she’d call him a fool. If my father were here, he’d turn up his nose is disgust. I’m not proud to say that my family comes from the men on the hills. I am the daughter of a sniper, a man with no compassion and a mother who never truly loved me. Every day since I was three years old they told me how bad the people of this fine city were. How horrible and heinous they had become. As long as I can remember they taught me to hate. But it isn’t true. None of what they
I remained stationary. Somehow, I knew this was coming and yet I did nothing to stop it. I was ashamed of myself. It would have been nice to just stand there and let a bomb hit me. I had already caused enough grief for people in my life. That’s why I like to think that I stood there, but really, I have no idea why. I just stood, watching in the middle of the street as the bombs got closer and closer to me. Just as one came down that would surely kill me, I was pushed out of the way and onto the sidewalk. The person stayed on top of me as a few more bombs came down, and stayed on top of me until they were
This was really exciting! We could turn on the tv and watch the news, we could listen to the radio, I could wash a load of clothes. Anything was possible!
“Kirk!” I called out, just as he had called, “Kingsley!”
We rushed into the open space between the kitchen and the living room to meet each other where we shared a warm embrace and an excited kiss. Kirk then went over to the radio and turned it on. He skipped all the news stations and went straight to the love songs.
“What are you doing?” I asked desperately, “Who knows how long this is going to last! Shouldn’t we be listening to the news?”
“We both already know what’s on the news, Kingsley.” He whispered, “Why don’t you have a dance with your husband.”
I smiled as Kirk pulled me closer into his arms. We danced for a few moments, just enjoying eachothers company and embrace. We were so deep in thought that we didn’t even notice another telltale pop meaning our electric was gone again and we had no idea when we would have it again. At this point in time though, none of that mattered. We were there, together. We were in good health and decent spirits. We were happy to be in