by T. M. Deans
She looked in my eyes and said, “No kiss me as a man kisses his woman.”
I kissed her on the lips.
“I love you Johno. I have always loved you. I will always be with you, forever.”
“I don’t understand what do you mean, forever?”
She said, “You’re too young. You will understand someday.”
Tears were streaming down my face. I was hardly able to choke it out, “I love you. I will not leave you. I do not want to live without you. I will not leave you.”
She smiled squeezed my hand, “I know. Then I must leave you.”
With what must have been the last of her strength, she pointed the pistol at her chest and pulled the trigger.
I don’t know how long I stood there holding her hand. She was gone. My Marie Claude was gone from me. I thought I could hear a vehicle pulling up in the front of the building. I had to go. I had to obey. For the first time I noticed a chair lying on its side by the table. One leg had been broken half off. It was completely bloody. Then I looked at the major on the floor. Both his hands and wrists were gory. I understood what he had done.
There was one thing I had to do. I wanted to cut off his cock. At first it was hard to find. Then there it was. It was a tiny little thing no bigger than half of my little finger. I cut it off. I would have stuck it in his mouth, but his face was gone so I put it in his hand and wiped the blade clean. I took one last look at my Marie Claude and I went out the way I had come in. I had to get back to Peppy to tell him what had happened. I wanted to run, I wanted to fly, I wanted to die.
I started to wake up slowly. I could hear voices. I felt like I could open my eyes now. I wanted to keep them closed to remember everything about Marie Claude. My eyes wanted to open. When they did, my beautiful Jada was holding my head and looking down at me crying and smiling.
“Johno, you are all right”
“Yes, my love I am fine now”
“Then my Johno, kiss me as a man kisses his woman.”
The beginning
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A world traveler who has visited sixty-five countries, T. M. Deans has trekked nearly 10,000 miles on horse and a million miles over roads. With time spent living in California, New York, France, Spain, Idaho, Colorado, and among Native Americans, Deans has visited deserts, mountains, and seas and carries with him a lifetime of adventures.
Inspired by his travels and his love of World War II history, Deans offers ShadowShot as a tribute to the bravery and sacrifice of the regular citizens involved in the French Resistance.