100 Years Project Anthology

This could be my punishment, because I never confessed that
I did it. These attacks flashed past my eyes, witnessing these people
despising one another. Killing one another. We were all meant to be
friends, no-one was meant to hurt another. They did, though. Over,
and over.
Another crash, from beyond the window. Too many sounds
invaded my hearing, I could not think straight. These people were
my neighbours, and not everyone stole chocolate coins from the
shop. There was no rationalising this, not since the first strike
occurred.
People had feelings. No one enjoyed facing cruelty. Then, I
witnessed those I knew attacking others, and encountering assault.
Why would they injure their friends, or other humans?
Ma spotted me, wide-eyed at the window. Glimpses of
people rushing, vehicles pushing through, invasions of lethal
crimson reflected through my eyes. She thought I was too wee to be
witnessing it. I was basically a thief, though, and that meant I was
sort-of grown.
Ruthless smoke vibrated through my lungs, like those
cigarettes people used at the back-end of bars. I skimmed my finger
along the edge of chipped glass. What caused it to shatter? Our
door’s lock was pretty dodgy, and often locked you out. Ma might