The Party Last Night

She lay on her back and squinted - bright lights, masked men in blue, white linen - around her.

She faintly remembered being on the road with Jim at the wheel. Next, there were loud horns, brilliant light, a rush of adrenaline, excruciating pain and blankness.

The bed next to her lay empty and stained in blood.

The Terrorist

"Oh, he's unconscious... who is he?"

"I don't know, but for the last 7 days, he's been asking everyone for food. No idea about his whereabouts..."

"Should we help him?"

"No.. he might be a terrorist.."

"Hmmm, you're right!!"

Next morning, the paper read:

"A 7 years old boy found dead, possibly succumbed to starvation."