Daniel+Dillon

__**Term One, Piece One **__ __**The Old Lady in The Sniper**__

I leant against the side of a house, I knew that if I was quick enough I could inform the freestater about the IRA man’s hiding place. I drew a quick breath and darted out from the alleyway like a fox darting towards its prey. The freestater turned, and from his stunned expression he did not expect a frail old woman like me to be in a middle of a battle scene. I scurried over to the man, but when I was beginning to tell him about the man’s hiding place a band echoed across the empty streets of Dublin, when I opened my eyes I saw the mans heavy head drooped over his chest. The sight was all the incentive I needed to flee the scene, so I twirled around and started to run back towards the safety of the alleyway, my feet crunching on the loose gravel road. Three feet to safety, two feet, one, blam. The bullet entered my back just above my tailbone, the pain quickly drained all my energy, but I could still see the ground coming up to greet me.