The Artist, Ch. 8

Her dreams the following night were equally disturbing.

This time she was in Afghanistan

working with the U.S. government

or was she a journalist?

She was interviewing the Taliban

They were very open with her describing the area on the map that was their territory

and which territories were disputed.

American soldiers were also around.

These were not elite soldiers by any stretch, but overweight teenagers playing war.

Helicopters appeared overhead.

American helicopters.

She warned the Taliban and hid in a trench

to avoid the massacre.

But then she had a gun and was hiding behind a wall.

The sloppy American soldiers were called to proceed on the other side of the wall.

She took aim and surprising started shooting them

lots of them.

They were all bunched up like apples in a barrel.

It was hard to miss.

She hit them in the shoulder, the the neck, the chest

they started dropping.

She was surprised. And filled with unease. There was no turning back now.


She awoke to the sound of the chanting outside....