Sixth Letter

Single bullet travels along its trajectory, elegantly curving a silvery line piercing the air, unseen, unheard until it is too late. The chaos that ensues, the spilling guts, pieces of flesh, cloth, blood, bone, membrane, fluid, dirt all sent catapulting into the air will take a lifetime to mop up and the stain may never disappear. But in the collective mess that human history has become, one more stain will not make much of a difference.