Cheese and Tomato on Brown

The memories came flashing back as bit ground through brick, dust sprayed like blood; cast off as the drill backed the auger out tossing red clay everywhere.

One minute we were laughing, the next Andy was crumpled like a pile of dirty clothes on the floor, the blood soaked hole where his eye once was - perfect, his brains scattered behind him.

The gunman in an unseen position sitting back eating a cheese and tomato on brown, getting on with the rest of his day, orders carried out, let that be a warning, get out of our land!