The Boy From Clonakilty
All Ireland hated the Black and Tans and the cruelty they brought with them. But this lieutenant. The boy bore his own special hatred for reasons of his own.
He raised the Enfield, tucked it into his right shoulder. He adjusted the sights onto the officer for the shot, the bold shot he was about to take.
Her fury, her hurt, her fear and shame was pure focus. She dug deeper into her legs. The blood began to run down her thighs, soaking through her dress and forming a small puddle in the pew.