The Death of Loz

The path ahead was obvious, not in an Adam Sandler way, but in that it was the only way home, a ragged dirt path bordered by haggard bushes and withered trees that longed for sunlight, allowing only for scattered glimpses of the open fields that lay beyond the paths natural prison wall. The only evidence that the species that had created the route ever utilised it were the crumpled crisp wrappers and disfigured cans of second class lager that were spread like an unreal garden amongst the fauna.
As he ambled along the dishevelled path he began to take notice of life as he had never done before, the dark light of the fading sun shooting through gaps on the foliage, the undulating call of wrens and blackbirds as they darted from branch to canopy alerting others to the presence of a stranger. A Rabbit shuffled across in front of him, he followed it's movements as it crept through the ground of dead plant matter, when without warning it perked up and fled, he strained into the darkness of the clutter of hawthorn bushes, in the half light he saw a figure, an image of a soul, the glint of metal in hand, the sense of a piercing look.
Not startled but with unease flooding his head he took off, hoping an air of calm would persuade his watcher to stay put. Time stopped behaving and slowed allowing him to experience every second a lifetime over, the trail stretched out in front of him the hedgerow closed in, bird song ceased and behind him a twig snapped.
Every thing stopped with none of the elegance of a Hollywood special effect. He heard another click, then tuned out, he did not hear the bullet. A dull thud to his back a momentary nausea, then an eruption and a rip in his shirt. The floor approached and skull connected with thick clay. Sound returned, the music of footsteps, his vision blurred memories mixing with the now and then pungent liquid falling on him washing everything away but the searing agony of ruptured flesh, he sensed movement in front of his glazed eyes, a dancing glowing light, it moved closer and closer then an explosion of colour was everywhere. Then darkness, an unutterable stygian pit. But peace.

R.I.P Loz
Born 20:40 10th March 2008
Died 20:50 10th March 2008