A phone call

I don't remember exactly where i was heading, but i remember that i was walking in Rukab street, opposite direction to Al-Manara (Lions' Square) heading back home, i crossed the street, usually i don't watch people around me, most the times i am watching people inside me, listening to conversations i make up.

A rifle hanged around a Palestinian militant chest swings loose with its front pointed in my direction, the militant was speaking on the phone, i am pretty sure he didn't notice that civilians where walking around him and and any mistaken move of him would be interpreted as a pullet settling in one of the bodies around him, I visualized this passing by him. I saw the bullet settling in my stomach and him going on with his phone conversation.