16/09/2025
The New Year Story
Alshoma couldn't believe the images could materialise, the vagaries of mind in thinking. The Soldiers Red and White attire, one to conceal the blood stain and the other to highlight the slayers chivalry.
The uniforms not given to the natives, distinguishing features of the foreigners.
The boats were racing chasing few other boats and at a place the boats started sinking to the firing.
The foreigners brains adrenaline erupted bringing them stupendous surface joy.
The foreigners would shudder at the knife wielding prowess of the natives, the large numbers were carrying the gilt edged knife and chances are lesser number of foreigners would fall prey, they weren't shuddering but rather giving nightmares to the natives and now the umpteen boats all of them except one were sailing towards the island, mostly trees and shrubs, the smaller animals had made a home.
The red and white failed to notice the small hollow twigs were merely moving along but behind the power boats.
converging on the small island, the red and whites jumped down and began moving on.
The boat man sat still and after a while noticed the twigs moving, natives having employed by the foreigners fired beneath the water's but there were no humans swimming beneath.
That was a long wait and no sign of the red and white. The boat man jumped down and began running on the swampy land. The big trees stood tall with few bullet marks and beneath the trees the white โชhad turned ๐ด The Red and White lay still.