As the lone dog trotted up to him, he gently caressed his ears with one hand, while the other moved slowly to the mongrel’s side. With an abrupt yelp and whimper, it slumped to the ground as the bullet pierced the animal’s heart before it could sense any kind of danger.
Leave no witnesses, so he hadn’t. His last mission accomplished in a war millions of miles away, confronting the guilty and innocent, mostly as one.
The soldier straightened and his eyes carefully took in his surroundings. Satisfied, he walked stoically through the row of bodies and limbs. As if on cue, the field of bloodied and mutilated figures arose and started closing in on him and he was jolted awake, shivering.
As trembling hands poured water from a jug, for the umpteenth time he tried to make sense of why he’d killed that damn dog, the one true occurrence in his now all too familiar nightmare.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers