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Diana Rosen
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art by mauricio alejandro ramos

    Diana Rosen is a journalist, author of 13 nonfiction books, and published writer of poems and flash fiction online at www.camrocpressreview.com, writerstribereview.com, www.verse-virtual, www.miriamswell.wordpress.com, among others; and, in print, in the anthologies: Kiss Me Goodnight, Stories and Poems by Women Who Were Girls When Their Mothers Died, Bold Ink, Those who can...teach, and in print journals: Rattle, PDQ, convolvulus, Lucidity, Lunch Hour Stories, (Finalist, VERY Short Story Contest), among others. She lives and works in Los Angeles. To comment, write dianalrosen@hotmail.com.

   

 

Lucky Me

We were on patrol
in the damnedest,
most isolated place.

Dust everywhere.
Hard to see.
Harder to breathe.

Ordered to move on,
check each town.
Rout out the enemy’s

minions. Days of this.
Hot and dry. Nights,
a cold, pure, black.

Checking houses,
schools, shops. Nothing.
All abandoned.

This day,
an ordinary Thursday,
I led my men

on one more patrol.
Nothing. And then,
something.

A crack in the silence.
​Then ​the roar of hundreds
running toward us, firing.

I froze.
Speechless.
Mouth agape.

The bullet entered
my mouth, escaped
through my cheek.

Lucky me

copyright 2018 Diana Rosen