He heard the gun click
And felt the cold dread of terror
He was a victim of circumstances
A slave who’d forgotten his past life
There was a quick check for bullets
But all that eluded him
He’d never been so frightened even in his despair
At the second click
His bladder gave up on him
Spread from front to back
That was the least of his worries
Fear was a living being in him
He waited to hear the sound of gunshots but all he heard was the emptiness, loud and deafening
His tormentor was confused
A gun well oiled and contained bullets had refused to work
He reached for his second gun
Several clicks later and a blow to his head
He was suddenly alone
Alive
Frightened but alive
He didn’t understand what had happend
He was Rabbi
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