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Goya's People
Stories
56 Stories For Preaching
Goya squinted at the brass and steel. The polished metal of
the firing squad shone in his eyes under the clear May sun.
Goya's eyes watered in the brightness.
Goya and the others were lined up, advancing slowly toward a
yellow wall. They advanced by three or four people after each
preceding pile was dragged away.
People were reserved, almost shy in this line waiting to die.
Only when taking their place before the executioners would they
rouse themselves: "Viva Something or Someone" and the bullets
the firing squad shone in his eyes under the clear May sun.
Goya's eyes watered in the brightness.
Goya and the others were lined up, advancing slowly toward a
yellow wall. They advanced by three or four people after each
preceding pile was dragged away.
People were reserved, almost shy in this line waiting to die.
Only when taking their place before the executioners would they
rouse themselves: "Viva Something or Someone" and the bullets
