when the farmer pulled his trigger the bullet landed in my heart. it tore through my sallow skin and barely scraped my ribs. a perfect shot, a bullseye through the centre of my heart. when he shot I heard a bang, crash and howl and my vision darkened round the edges to a vile vignette of black and white. my lungs drew a sharp inhale and my breath was swiftly stopped. my head was deemed dizzy and my body drained with death, when the farmer shot my dog.