The man was facing the wall in front of him. Everything was dark and quiet. Even the night owls remained silent in the pines that surrounded the building. The iron door suddenly opened, and a pair of boots entered the room.
"It's time!"
"It's time!"
His heart lept in his chest.
"Time for what?"
"Dunno. Just come."
The man stood up, and followed the pair of boots outside. At one point, they stopped still and faced more pairs of boots.
"Anything ya'd like to say?"
"Last night, I spoke with Madness. She told me that there was a wall, out there, full of red flowers that seemed so fresh that you'd swear they'd just been blooming before your eyes. And she asked me if I'd like to be one of these beautiful flowers. I guess I answered "yes"."
The first pair of boots turned towards the others and gave orders.
The first bullet reached the man's knees. He fell forward, but remained steady on what was left of his legs. He would not lower his hands to the ground.
The second bullet went through his heart and made him fall backward. Sitting on the ground, with his half-legs extended before him, he decided to let his head rest on the wall behind him.
The third bullet entered right in the middle of his brow, and exploded inside his head: this little big bang, the noisiest firework he had ever heard, gave birth to a new red bright poppy on the grey wall behind his corpse.
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