From behind a tree, I saw a sickly
old man, aimimg a gun at a youth.
The youth was staggering and
It was me- my younger self, as I was
20 years ago.
I must save myself. Loading my rifle,
I took aim. A bullet flew out.
The sickly old man at my feet! Dead!
I peered in closely. It was me,
my old self, as I'd be 20 yrs hence.