Her city was setting into an ocean of darkness that turned more abyssal with each radio report…

If we stay perfectly still and not make a peep. Will they find us? 

The only time she heard her voice was in the shower, humming off-key to the music playing on her phone

How to be a foreign fighter?

Her face was surrounded by black smoke and an orange glow. She said we had to leave.

His world spilled out onto his hands. Onto his fatigues, into the pale twilight.

I tell them the world is watching them when they piss. Don’t make a noise.

Cold blue eyes. Unflinching. Two spheres of solid ice held in place by the horror of existence.

Nothing about the man felt extraordinary. Except for the bloody, eviscerated bundle of fabric he held in his arms.

It doesn’t allow for the complexities of emotion to interfere with taking the shot. It sees heat. White, bright, thermally loud heat.