A split second after the thorn-shaped metal object embedded itself into his side, a larger mass of twisted something took off his left leg just below his knee-cap.
Before he had time to realize what was happening, a slab of jagged concrete smashed into his forehead and killed him instantly.
So that was what it was like to get killed in a bomb blast. Too bad he wasn't paying enough attention to the suspicious-looking vehicle which had parked right in front of him, loaded with five hundred pounds of explosives.
Reading newspaper articles about such tragic events, he had always wondered what it would be like to die such a violent death. Just before he took his next sip of early morning coffee.
Now he knew.
I have not been able to put your little story out of my mind since I read it the other day. It is very uncomfortable to imagine what one's last seconds might be like in such a situation. Thank you for making it very real. I wish all the people responsible for bringing this sort of violence to bear upon the world would read it and put themselves in the same place.
Well it came to me while viewing some disturbing pictures which got me to thinking and imagining the real horrors of such an event, thanks.