1. The Last Flight. Chapter 20


    Date: 7/13/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    o' the best I 'ad. I'd 'ave 'ad more too if the bloody wardens 'adn't...' he stopped because he realised that he was staring down the barrel of my .303.” “Your what?” I asked. “My rifle,” he explained before continuing with his story. “He slowly smiled, his teeth as brown as his uniform. 'You ain't got it in yer, yer old piss 'ead!'” My father paused to apologise. “Excuse my language but it is what he said as he stood before me, his hands on his hips. 'Go on, let's see if yer got the balls, yer daughter certainly got mine!' As he stood there, grinning like a Cheshire Cat I began to squeeze. the trigger. A shot rang out and Simmonds head exploded like a melon, his brains splattered up the wall beside him. I dropped my rifle and ran from the room in panic. I had killed many people in my life but only enemy soldiers who had been trying to kill me . I had never murdered anyone in cold blood!” I sat there, stunned. I said nothing, unable to think straight, in a state of total shock. Before me was the man I thought of as my father, a man who had been violent to my mother but who, so he led me to believe, was a changed man. This same man was now telling me he had shot and killed someone in cold blood. I felt sick and dizzy but I had to hear the rest. Through the haze I saw Dominique get up and go to the tap. She brought me a glass of water and Pascale moved her chair closer beside me and put her arms around me. “Are you all right?” she asked and I nodded silently. Françoise ...
    looked at my father and nodded for him to continue. He took a deep breath. “I completely lost my mind then,” he said, “I ran outside as fast as I could. I was insane and just wanted to die. I vaguely heard shouts and gunfire but they meant nothing to me as I ran towards the German tank hoping that they would see me and shoot me down. I have no idea whether I was hit but suddenly, there was a blinding flash and I was blown into the air as the tank exploded in a ball of fire. I felt the heat as the flames passed over me, burning my clothes and flesh and the last thing I remembered was the impact as I hit the tree. I don't know how long I had lain there but, when I came to I was so cold. Everywhere was silent and I seemed to be buried. I tried to move but the pain was so intense. I wondered if maybe I had indeed died and been buried but I hadn't, of course. What held me down was wreckage from the tank and branches which had been torn from the trees in the explosion. After what seemed like hours, I managed to drag myself out and crawled away into the forest. Gradually, I remembered what I had done so I took off what remained of my uniform and hid it, then I found the unrecognisable remains of another Tommy and put my dog tags nearby so they would think I was dead. Finally, I staggered away, naked, until, days later, I found the farm and pretended I had lost my memory. The rest you already know.” There was silence then as we all tried to take in what he had told us. My whole body was ...
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