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Eye Contact
I hope you never have to do this.
I looked at the two soldiers. “Maybe we can hold one of them up,” I said.
“Two hundred pounds of dead weight,” Inge said, shaking her head.
“Okay then,” I said, noticing a spoon left in a half-eaten yoghurt pot. I grabbed it and sucked off the yoghurt.
Mm, strawberry.
I picked the soldier with the biggest, most bulbous eyes. I took a knife from my belt and knelt down with spoon and blade. I prised open the top and bottom lids of his right eye and dug the scoop underneath the eyeball, deep into the socket.
I gagged once, twice, three times . . .
“Get on with it,” Inge said.
“Er, have you ever done this?” I said.
“Yes,” Inge and Ling said in chorus.
“Oh right,” I said, gagging again. I swallowed it down and breathed deep. I lifted
