MegGabarda
Last week I would have run straight from school to the next street where a street vendor had a stall where he roasted and sold pine nuts.
That was last week though.
Yesterday, I ran and ran hoping to get another cup from the elderly man but instead I found his body.
Lying on the floor - still warm - with his beloved pine nuts scattered around his body while some were still roasting away on the hot pan.
The plan wasn't working; we had to regroup.
"Retreat!"
I heard the command but it was too late. And suddenly explosions were going off - left right and centre.