100 Years Project Anthology

father rush into the room. John’s face was contorted in an expression
Danny had never seen on his father’s face before … fear.
“There was a shooting. The Republicans … well, they killed one of
the British.” “What?!” Danny’s mind pictured vivid scenes of the
soldier being shot, dropping to the ground in a pool of his own
blood, all the people running from the shooter. John’s face crumpled
slightly, and Danny could see tears welling in his eyes. “Look,
Danny, you were lucky to have gotten out alive.”
That night Danny lay in his bed, contemplating the words his
father had said to him earlier. Lucky to have gotten out alive. What
did this mean for Danny? That he would have to live in fear, or even
worse – isolation – for the rest of his life? Danny threw his head
back on his pillow, letting out a loud exasperated sigh. Would this be
life from now on?
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