She didn’t stop to think, she just leapt
from her chair.
That was what the witnesses
said.
I can’t believe she did it. It’s just not
like her.
That was what her sister said.
She was very quiet, what with being
wobbly on her pegs, you know? We barely saw her.
That was what the neighbours
said.
She was a mother of four, grandmother of
six. Nothing more than an ageing housewife.
That was what the papers said.
She came out of nowhere. She saved my
life.
That was what the security
guard said.
Without her, he would have got away with
a little over half a million.
That was what the bank manager
said.
She shouldn’t’ve bin there. It should’ve bin
the fucker with the cash.
That was what the gunman said.
She died from massive blood-loss due to
gunshot trauma.
That was what the coroner said.
She was my wife, and she was always a
hero to me.
That was what her husband said.
Now. Now is my time. At last, my time to
act.
That was what she thought.[The title is taken from 'Zakalwe's Song', the poem at the end of Use of Weapons by Iain M Banks. ]
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