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Peter Hunter

a white flash from the pistol's muzzle pierced my consciousness before the burning pain of the bullet entering my body

  the percussive explosion numbed my hearing

Not - surprising, as light travels faster than a bullet - and that in turn is faster than sound

  but from a gun only a few feet away - three, almost simultaneous events so why had my brain miraculously separated them

  an ultra-sense only released at the moment of death?

But was I dead - I could not move or feel anymore

  could not see or speak - neither could I hear, but I could think believe a form of consciousness not aided by the use of my senses and certainly not capable of communicating to anyone that I was anything other than dead

  active brain - inactive body.

With my body signalling death and my brain telling me I was still alive I had a hell of a problem - and I wondered if it was unique, could it be could it have happened to others?

Nothing I had ever thought of, had prepared me for this. Many are the times I had pondered my eventual method of going - what I preferred if I had a choice of execution. Hanging too prone to a bodge. Electric chair I did not relish my last memory the smell of my own roasting flesh

accident, illness

  but all the those and the others seemed too slow and I dreaded the realisation. Once I had been near to drowning and I had not found it at all pleasant

  no, shooting. Preferably when I did not know or see the event coming - shooting would be my choice but now it happened

  dead - but not brain dead

this I had not bargained for

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Peter Hunter 2012

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