/lit/ - Literature

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>Anne heard a rustling sound and looked up to see two men in strange suits covered in leaves and pieces of fabric emerge from the tulips
>both of their faces were covered in black soot or paint
>one of them had a rifle with a telescope on it
>they both looked more like wooly bears than men
>one of the soldiers in a regular uniform raised his fist, one of the men in the suits raised a pair of binoculars and they pumped into one another
>”Y’all got some?! How’d it feel to kill?”
>the sniper non-chalantly replied as he pulled back the bolt on his rifle, looking into the chamber, “I don’t know dog… Felt fucking good I guess.”
>”Man…”
>”I always try to live by my life the Good Book. But I can’t always stay in the Lord’s good graces.”
>the soldier spat into the dirt, ”I hate them filthy Kraut fucks.”
>”That’s what I love about you dog. You’re so fucking messed up…”
>”That’s how I roll!”
>they both broke out laughing
>one of the officers tried to hide his disgust, he pointed to Anne, “hey, that’s none of her blood, right?”
>”I doubt it, it was a perfect shot” the sniper replied, he turned, took one look at Anne and whipped out a handkerchief
>”Allow me”
>he wiped along Anne’s face and breast, cleaning away some of the blood that seemed stuck to her dress like glue
>”Sorry about the mess, didn’t have time to take a better shot.”
>at last Anne felt clean again, at least a little bit
>"Danke" she said softly